Chapter 31

I couldn't believe that it had been two weeks since I came here, my fighting skills had improved immensely as I had been training since the incidence with Cassie, never did I want to be hurt like that again.

My heart betrayed me, and I couldn't help but think of Axel at times, small little things would trigger it. The more I tried to fight it the worse it became, it seemed like there was no point in trying but to go the long route.

I would suck it up and I will definitely move on, at times I would forget yet at other times I would get a flashback of when Axel had put flowers all over the room and when he had kissed me. I would be lost in a daydream but then I would wake up instantly and remember that he didn't even try to come find me.

And that anger would motivate and give me energy to move on and carry on day by day. These were one of the nights that I couldn't fall asleep, there was a bit of a drizzle outside, rainy days were somber yet nice when you were sulking in bed.

I rolled over and I saw it was twelve in the morning on the dot, I couldn't sleep, yet I had a long day ahead of me tomorrow. I got up, so I could get some milk, so that I can fall asleep and be well rested for tomorrow.

I went downstairs, and I got some milk in the fridge, I warmed it up a bit and I drank it. Surprisingly it tasted very nice, and it went down my throat very smoothly.

I switched off the kitchen light, and I almost yelped when I saw, Styles, I could make out his face in the moonlight. He was sitting by the piano and he looked despondent. I walked over to him and I thought he was sleeping.

I touched his hair lightly, and he roused. He looked up and smiled, he smelled of alcohol. I hadn't seen him for a couple of days since the night he had bandaged my leg. He really stared at me and I shifted a bit.

"Are you okay?"

"Why can't I remember my late wife's face? All that I see is you."

I tried to make out what he meant with those words, was he sad or was he grieving. "I'm sorry" was all I could say.

He didn't say anything, so I decided to speak again, "can you play the piano?"

"I can but I haven't played since she died, sit" as he pats the piano chair next to him. I sit down next to him and I open the piano. I press on the one key, and it makes a sound. Then he looks up and he touches a key, which harmonizes with mine, he adds on more keys, "Keep pressing that one" as he murmurs.

I keep on pressing it as he adds more keys, and wow the song that plays is so beautiful, it touches my heart and I am lost in it, I watch as his hands are moving on the piano, he really plays beautiful. I look at his face and I see he is also getting lost in the music.

After playing for a while he stops, and he looks at me, "that's my favorite song, it's an Italian piece." I also stop playing the key I was pressing, "It's really beautiful"

"You think so?"

"Yes" as I respond to him, with all my sincerity as I meant every word I said. His playing was one where you would fall in love immediately, it was pure and untainted.

"It's just that I haven't played for years and I don't know if my skills are still up to date."

"No, you played magnificently, I even got lost in the music." He sighs. "Why did you drink if you don't mind me asking." He looks down and after several minutes he answers "matters of the heart" I waited for him to carry on. "One usually drinks to forget or numb their pain."

"Yes" after a long pause, I see a tear roll down his cheek and his beautiful eyes are glistened with tears. I put my hand around his shoulder and leans in and he presses his face on my shoulder, I embrace him.

I put my other hand on his back and I let him cry.

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