The twinkling sound of the piano floated through the hallway of floor two. Your hands moving on their own as the music flowed through you. It was the last thing connecting you to your parents, making you forever grateful for the lessons. Eyes closed, you felt someone watching you.
Obsidian studied your form, glittering with affection.
YOU ARE READING
The Book for Weebs
FanfictionEverything I've written on Tiktok and some personalized writings :) Will include content or trigger warnings if necessary
