wednesday 2nd september
at home
He smiled a little bashfully as she told him off for biting his nails. He had vague recollections of his mother trying to get him to stop as a kid, but evidently, it hadn't worked. Or perhaps it had, but as his anxiety had worsened, his habit had returned. With his genetics, though, he was probably lucky that was the only thing he was addicted to. Well, besides the whole alcohol thing.
He sat down on the stool, keeping close to the end to allow her room, and adjusted the stand so it was low enough for them to reach. He preferred playing standing up, as that was how he played on stage, and it felt less rigid and formal. But for Bella, he wouldn't complain about it.
The song she started to play was completely unfamiliar. Out of habit, he found himself playing a melody to it, but he didn't honestly know what it was. Every so often, it kept hitting him that this was probably the last time he'd be able to do this, that she'd be gone after tomorrow, that he mightn't even be here. He wished that he could stop time, but he couldn't.
"Have I heard you play this before? I can't honestly say I know it," he said, but kept playing the small melody.
He sat down on the stool, keeping close to the end to allow her room, and adjusted the stand so it was low enough for them to reach. He preferred playing standing up, as that was how he played on stage, and it felt less rigid and formal. But for Bella, he wouldn't complain about it.
The song she started to play was completely unfamiliar. Out of habit, he found himself playing a melody to it, but he didn't honestly know what it was. Every so often, it kept hitting him that this was probably the last time he'd be able to do this, that she'd be gone after tomorrow, that he mightn't even be here. He wished that he could stop time, but he couldn't.
"Have I heard you play this before? I can't honestly say I know it," he said, but kept playing the small melody.