my piano is almost therapeutic, i cannot be away from it for long
one day i was in quite the rush, there was a great deal of traffic and i was in desperate need to feel the polished keys beneath my fingers
as i turned a corner in the shop, i was slammed into a tall figure, causing me to fall flat on my arse
as i looked up, i noticed he was speaking, but i couldn't bring myself to read his lips.. i was too distracted by his emotions.. overwhelming vibes of happiness and light, enough for a dozen children.. and his eyes, they glistened like an ocean, presenting peace and joy.. his skin, fair and flawless, with perfectly dark, contrasting hair
i wondered how this man almost resembled a child, or a puppy.. how could one person have so much positivity?
my eyes finally reached his mouth, but it was no longer moving.. i then realized the hand in front of me, awaiting me to grasp it.. so i did
ESTÀS LLEGINT
Feel//Phan
Fanfictionhe can't hear, but he can feel pianist!dan discontinued, but explanation at the end!! tw//death
