Sang's Sins

Chapter Six

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A soft lullaby pulled me from my sleep. It was once again without nightmares and I gladly accepted it.

Fluttering my eyes open, my hand traveled across the cool blanket to the side where Kota had slept. I was met with an empty and already made bed, telling me Kota likely hadn't been there for hours.

Did demons not sleep as long? Why was I still so tired then?

The soft piano, which had paused, began again. A smile graced my lips. Winter by Vivaldi had always been a favorite of mine. Who would have guessed I'd be hearing it in Hell.

Crawling out of bed, I made my way out of the room. The notes grew louder as I walked down the seemingly infinite hallway. When I got to a room about 14 doors down, I stopped.

The dark wooden door was shut but the music still danced around in the air. Gathering some confidence (and praying I wouldn't find that North man inside) I pushed the door open.

The room was dim, only a few candles lit on top of the piano in the right-most corner. I could make out a silhouette of a man, one of whom was lean with short hair.

I slowly moved forward, not quite sure if I should let this man know of my presence or not. I leaned against the dark wall.

The way he played seemed to fill something inside me. I hadn't realized it but my chest felt empty before. I wasn't sure if it had always felt like that or only after I died.

After he let off on the last note, the man didn't move. He looked almost as if a statue, hunched and frozen. I wasn't sure if I should try and tiptoe my way back out or if I should say something.

Before I could make a decision, he sighed and stood up. He turned towards the rest of the room and walked to the bedside table with the candles. I didn't think they were needed, I had just seen electricity in the living room earlier, but perhaps he liked the way they flickered and danced across the walls.

He hadn't seen me so I decided to leave. Perhaps Kota was back in the room now. He'd be worrying. Besides, if this man was like North, I didn't want to be alone when he saw me.

The first step my foot took creaked.

The man whipped his body towards mine. I let out an embarrassing squeak and tried to move backward. Instead, my foot seemed to catch on thin air and I fell backward.

Arms wrapped around my waist before I could hit the floor. The sweet smell of berries met my nose.

He pulled me up to standing, "Who are you?" His voice sounded as musical as his fingers had.

"Sang."

"Oh. Kota's Sang?"

I was thankful for the darkness the room offered when my cheeks heated. I had always unconsciously considered Kota as mine but never played with the idea of me being his. The thought made my stomach flip.

My finger pushed against my bottom lip, "I guess so. You play beautifully. I love Winter."

He flinched back slightly as if the comment was unexpected. "Thank you. You listen to classical music?"

I nod, "Back when I was.. alive, I guess, I listened to it all the time. Filled the silence."

Even though I couldn't see it, I could feel the intensity of his stare. It made me conscious of the fact that his arms were still wrapped around my waist keeping me pressed against his warm body.