I spent days exploring the heaven realm, and avoiding milan much to Leila's annoyance… milan had actually been doing a great job, the proof was right infront of me, no really; there was an angel standing motionless, milan sent the prototypes to me for approval, in hopes that we'll get closer
'not happening'
Back to the angel, she stood at 5'9ft with light green eyes and short purple bangs and heart shaped lips, her skin was caramel and she had a nice figure, if i had to give her an age group i'd say 15-18, she wore a white flowing gown, probably symbolizing purity, blah blah blah, who cares?…
"huh, she looks like she could be useful and i could use an assistant, eh maybe i should ask milan for her… god, that sounds wrong…" i ramble and ramble then decide to visit leila and ofcourse milan, after travelling for miles i come across a castle that fits the description Leila gave me for her house, i march up to the huge gate on seemingly solid ground, i have to ask her how she did that… as if on cue, the huge gate swings open and i step into the courtyard and get front row to the breathtaking view of the castle
' damn it, how did she do this?!!!'
The courtyard looked even prettier than i thought and the castle was just magnificent
"my lord…" someone interrupts my thoughts and i turn to glower at a cowering angel, it hid behind its huge wings
" the lady has been expecting you"
"uhm okay so lead the way!!!"
"yes my lord" it slowly leads me through the castle past exquisite paintings of the void
'nothingness…'
After a lot of twists and turns i step into a large room with a grand piano in the middle of the room, Leila sat playing a Piece i could remember and yet quite couldn't remember it was a melodious tune, it made me smile and yet made my heart bleed…
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'whats this feeling… dread…'
[flashback]
A grey haired man sat playing a grand piano, a little boy sitting on his lap, his green eyes glistening with happiness each time his oldman struck a cord, he was bouncing with excitement
"try it…" the oldman looks down at him, his hands reach down shakily and he strikes a cord, then another, then another
"i can't do it right" the little boy pouts
"music comes from down here" he pokes the little boy close to his heart"not up here" he then points to the little boys head
"thanks granpa"
"…"
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"…" the little boy stood at the door staring into the empty room, the room which held a grand piano, he slowly made his way to the grand piano and sat, his hands reaching out to strike the cords but never doing so
"grandpa…"
He grits his teeth in determination and starts to play the first piece he was taught, memories coming to him in flashes, the music increases in cresendo as he changes to a melodious tune
[end of flasback]
"eskion…eskion…"
"huh"
'it's just Leila
"i remember… something… someone…"
"huh"
"were did you learn to play the piano?" i ask Leila
"i'm not a stud"
"this is important..."
Leila stares hard at me then scowls
"i can't remember"
"oh"
"yeah, now what did you remember?"
"my grandfather, i… i can't remember much about him but i remember he taught me to play the piano… he died a long time ago…"
"oh, i'm sorry"
"don't be"
"would you like to play …"
"how about a duet?"
"heh"
"come on" she tugs at my arm and only then do i realize i'm sprawled out on the floor
'ugh that angel must have seen me faint, how embarrassing…'
I hurriedly get to my feet and dust myself and we spend the rest of the evening singing and playing the piano
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🎶🎶🎶🎶
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.'and yes i do have a wonderful voice….she does too'