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Those dark eyes and the warmth of his smile make me want only him. Thoughts of the man I'm falling in love with and my mother war in my head. Two people that I love. I have to choose. My hands hover over the piano. I've gone through all my scales and the warm-up pieces. I have to make a choice: do I attempt a new song or go with something I know and am good at? Instead. I close the piano lid. If you don't like the game, change the rules. So that’s what I’m going to do.

I ignore him. Running my fingers over the keys, I wrinkle my nose at the smattering of dust that clings to it. “Why own a piano if you’re not gonna play it?” I say out loud. Without hesitation, I sit on the equally white bench and belt out the keys to my babies’ favourite nursery rhyme: Mary had a little lamb. Just when I end the first chorus, a low, oddly familiar voice jolts me from behind; “Still as stubborn as ever, I see.”

"Have you heard anything from them?" "Nope, nobody knows where they are". He said that with reluctance while I was losing my mind. "That's really strange oh, or were they expelled secretly?' "I doubt it, people are beginning to forget the whole thing, that's what Princi wanted but what I want is for you to play the chords to the song and I'll bless you with my awesome voice". I fake a gag. "Play joor". I took his phone and set it on the piano. I placed my hand on the piano but I just couldn't play, I didn't know what to play, the chords were melting into each other and I started hyperventilating.

I started playing a song I wrote over so many years ago. 'I don't ever ask you where you've been and I don't feel the need to know who you're with I can't even think straight But I can tell That you were just with him And I'll still be a fool I'm a fool for you' I take a long pause and stopped from playing. My tears are blurring my vision and m,y heart is hurting too much that I feel like I am running out of air. I quickly wipe away my tears and placed my hands back on the keys. I continue playing the chorus part now and sing it while choking a sob midway through it.

For the first time in…ever, I didn’t want to be around him. “I need to play something for you first,” he said. Whatever. I blinked back tears and sat on the stairs before wrapping my arms around my knees. He stared at me for a few seconds then turned to the piano and began playing. I knew the song, but my mind told me it couldn’t be what it was. Isaac was supposed to be some sort of murderer…a freaking kingpin – still wasn’t sure what that was exactly, but he was supposed to be it and yet here he sat playing “Pretty Wings” by Maxwell…seriously? How did he even know this song? I was so caught up in the fact that he knew the song and was doing a damn good job of playing it, that I forgot to th

he asks Kennedy. She states she has no clue. Jackson states he doesn’t know either. At Jackson’s surrender, I announce The Rembrandts sing I’ll Be There for You. Moments pass before Jackson enlists the assistance of his cell phone. He claims he knows the song he is looking for; he just needs help with the exact lyrics. “And good pals are good pals for all the years,” Jackson’s deep masculine voice begins. I recognize the song but need to remember the artist. “If the Son of God’s the Son of God of them.”

I explained, walking over to it with a smile. Now, I wasn't lying when I said I sucked. I'd never learned to play a musical instrument, but Skylar had played the piano briefly in her early teens, so we had a piano at home. I approached the keyboard seriously. "You didn't tell me you could play," Ryder chirped, sounding simultaneously surprised and impressed. "That's because I can't," I stated before launching into the one and only song I knew - Chopsticks. It got a round of chuckles, mainly because I had built it up to make it look like I knew what I was doing when it was clear I had no idea.

Hastily, I scanned my music app for the lyrics of this new song. The second song, titled "Does anyone know?" was a heartrending narrative of longing and loss. It spun a tale of her yearning for her departed love, a women that made her life devoid of joy since her disappearance. The lyrics expressed a deep sense of loneliness and loss, echoing questions about her whereabouts and state after her departure. The song was a desperate plea for comfort, for any information that could ease the pain of separation. Through her performance, she channeled the song's profound sense of longing and heartbreak, her voice carrying the weight of each word and its deeply impactful meaning.

I imagined us walking hand in hand while everyone watched with admiration. Instead, all I had received from him was a Divorce Settlement Agreement. Soft piano music suddenly filled the hall. Julian leaned closer and whispered that he never expected Alexander to know how to play the piano so well. I followed his gaze immediately. Alexander was seated at a grand piano near the corner of the hall. His fingers moved smoothly across the keys while the melody flowed beautifully through the room. The song was Adeline by the Water. The moment I recognized it, my expression froze slightly.

The same piano, the same ghost of sound. He’s sitting on the bench this time, fingers barely grazing the keys. The melody that comes out is soft — hesitant, unfinished. I stand in the doorway, watching. He doesn’t look up. “You used to listen.” “I still do.” He turns slightly, eyes finding mine through the dim light. “Then tell me what you hear.” “Regret,” I say. “And a man who doesn’t know how to stop trying to fix what I broke.” He smiles faintly. “Maybe he’s just waiting for you to admit you didn’t break it alone.”