Michael smoothed out his black coat, looking over at Luke's casket and wondering if he could hold himself together long enough to play without sounding like a cripple.
Carefully, his fingers roamed the keys, preparing himself.
He couldn't help but feel Luke's presence beside him as he began to play, those beautiful major notes crying into the ears of the sadness in the room. The notes cried what tears he could not.
His gravelly voice began to cry along with his notes and he read off the sheet music, playing what song Luke could not live to play.
He wanted Luke to live, wanted to resurrect him with the way he pressed down on the pedals below his feet and played the keys with such emphasised vivre that he never knew he could muster without Luke by his side.
He ended the song with the chord and looked down at his hands, settling them in his lap.
The chorus of saddened hearts began to applaud for the song, none of them having an inkling of knowledge that the song was Luke's, not Michael's.
Michael wore Luke's ring.
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muse-ic. ➵ muke ✔
Fanfictionwhere luke is a pianist and michael is his boyfriend who often feels neglected, as the piano often captures luke's attention more than he does.
