mycutedanna

I remember being sitting in front of the piano, studying the sonata's "Moonlight" of Beethoven first movement and then he came. He arrived hurry, hiperactive and anxious, and then, he stayed beyond me to watch me play, he looked calm at the sound of a piano. He didn't tell me nothing until I interrupted the melody, because I didn't know nothing else of it, I just had the first page of the musicsheet memorized...

Just once time in life I heard him playing, and that was enough to fall in love with him. Now I can tell I know and I had experienced the first-glance love. He played like an angel, though I never heard one play, either know if an angel look like that.

He walks in the streets and the people turn their faces to see better the purple-red thing in his face. It's covered with a part of his hair.
His face is watching the floor midwhile he's walking. His friends ask him what happened exactly but he only looks in front of him and like somebody has appear, he just turned away and then left his friends with a surprised face.
Nobody knows why, but hi started to get out less and less times every week.
He just disappeared one day in his own world. Or that's what everybody preffer to believe.
Only whispers of what happened were real.
In the silence, he was crying. Feeling the horror of knowing himself the next victim of the one he used to call his beloved.