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She could hear the music from her spot in the kitchen. It was a soothing sound but odd to hear. Mostly because it came when no one else was around. They had all gone out to do something. And she was alone as it played. She followed to where she knew it would be played from. The sound haunting yet alluring and still so soothing. It was amazing and it intensified with every step closer she took. The sounds accelerating and crescendo. She looked in the small window on the door. Someone was at the piano, but she couldn't see their face. She came in, stopping when the music changed. Slow and saddening. A few minutos later, a voice started to sing along with the tune.
Oohhhh oh, oh...
It never crossed my mind at all
It's what I tell myself.
What we had has come and gone.
You're better off with someone else.
It's for the best, I know it is.
But I see you
Sometimes I try to hide
What I feel inside,
And I turn around
You're with him now
I just can't figure it out.
Tell me why you're so hard to forget
Don't remind me, I'm not over it.
Tell me why I can't seem to face the truth
I'm just a little too not over you.
Not over you....
She knew that voice, she knew that song. And it was heartbreaking. It kept going and brought tears in her eyes. When had any of this emotion taken place? It was breaking her heart, but there was nothing she could really do. She came closer, standing at the edge.
“Terror...”
The music stopped and he lifted his head. He looked at her for a minuto before standing.
“Don't cry kid.”
He came to her and knelt in front of her, wiping away the few tears that had leaked from her eyes. He stood, jumping off the stage.
“Terror...was all that true?”
He shrugged, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his trench coat.
“Tell me the truth. Please.”
“No. I can't.”
“Why not?”
He turned to her, eyes boring into hers.
“You guys can't see it. But I can. Something is happening, something big. You can't trust anyone. Not even the person closest to you. Everything is breaking from the inside out. Don't trust anyone.”
He turned to leave but she grabbed his arm.
“Terror-”
“Blade, I mean it. Trust no one.”
“Why were you here?”
“To warn you.”
“And the singing?”
He smiled a little.
“Words from the heart. I get it though. You can petsa a common thief, but not a monster. I always knew you were different than other girls. I just never knew your puso was as twisted as theirs.”
His words left her speechless. He looked at her, brushed his lips against hers, and headed towards the shadows. He turned, placing a bulaklak in her hand.
“Terror wait!”
“Don't trust anyone Blade. Not even him.”
He stepped into the darkened shadows and disappeared. Blade looked down at the bulaklak she held in her hand; a dark blue rose. She had seen Korran and Agony with flowers, but the petals had been light blue. So what was special about this? She brought it to her nose, smelling the fragrance. The petals opened and revealed a small vial of clear liquid. A note was attached. Tears from a monster. Remember my warning.
She could hear the music from her spot in the kitchen. It was a soothing sound but odd to hear. Mostly because it came when no one else was around. They had all gone out to do something. And she was alone as it played. She followed to where she knew it would be played from. The sound haunting yet alluring and still so soothing. It was amazing and it intensified with every step closer she took. The sounds accelerating and crescendo. She looked in the small window on the door. Someone was at the piano, but she couldn't see their face. She came in, stopping when the music changed. Slow and saddening. A few minutos later, a voice started to sing along with the tune.
Oohhhh oh, oh...
It never crossed my mind at all
It's what I tell myself.
What we had has come and gone.
You're better off with someone else.
It's for the best, I know it is.
But I see you
Sometimes I try to hide
What I feel inside,
And I turn around
You're with him now
I just can't figure it out.
Tell me why you're so hard to forget
Don't remind me, I'm not over it.
Tell me why I can't seem to face the truth
I'm just a little too not over you.
Not over you....
She knew that voice, she knew that song. And it was heartbreaking. It kept going and brought tears in her eyes. When had any of this emotion taken place? It was breaking her heart, but there was nothing she could really do. She came closer, standing at the edge.
“Terror...”
The music stopped and he lifted his head. He looked at her for a minuto before standing.
“Don't cry kid.”
He came to her and knelt in front of her, wiping away the few tears that had leaked from her eyes. He stood, jumping off the stage.
“Terror...was all that true?”
He shrugged, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his trench coat.
“Tell me the truth. Please.”
“No. I can't.”
“Why not?”
He turned to her, eyes boring into hers.
“You guys can't see it. But I can. Something is happening, something big. You can't trust anyone. Not even the person closest to you. Everything is breaking from the inside out. Don't trust anyone.”
He turned to leave but she grabbed his arm.
“Terror-”
“Blade, I mean it. Trust no one.”
“Why were you here?”
“To warn you.”
“And the singing?”
He smiled a little.
“Words from the heart. I get it though. You can petsa a common thief, but not a monster. I always knew you were different than other girls. I just never knew your puso was as twisted as theirs.”
His words left her speechless. He looked at her, brushed his lips against hers, and headed towards the shadows. He turned, placing a bulaklak in her hand.
“Terror wait!”
“Don't trust anyone Blade. Not even him.”
He stepped into the darkened shadows and disappeared. Blade looked down at the bulaklak she held in her hand; a dark blue rose. She had seen Korran and Agony with flowers, but the petals had been light blue. So what was special about this? She brought it to her nose, smelling the fragrance. The petals opened and revealed a small vial of clear liquid. A note was attached. Tears from a monster. Remember my warning.
Wonderland...
