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Midnight’s purple glow glimmered across the large ballroom. I was reflecting through the blue stained glass.
Figures around me danced through the what seemed to be empty ballroom floor.
They danced around a piano.
Its keys were played. It was eloquent. It was solice.
I strolled towards the piano.
I will arise and go now.
The pianist was a woman. A beautiful woman.
Her silky, blonde hair that fell shortly down her back like a waterfall falling with low sounds by the shore.
Her fingers tapped the keys with elegance. Perfection. Flawlessness.
Kaede.
Oh, Kaede.
Oh good things could have been.
I imagines living in a small cabin, made of the fine, dark mahogany wood along with clay and wattles made.
A hive for the honey bee by a tree beside such cabin.
The curtains of the ballroom were imagines to be dropppimg from the veils of the morning a shimmering blue from a clear, crescent moon. Noon a purple glow as insects thrived in their natural habitat, the evening full of linnet’s wings. And the early morning where the cricket sings.
The crickets singing would go along with her played.
Her rendition of any song that would infuse the early, moist morning with tranquility and peace.
I shall have peace there. Wherever there is.
Oh how I would wish I could find it.
But I couldn’t. Because she left me.
Kaede how could you?
She’s not supposed to be here right now.
She’s supposed to be dead!
Why are you still here! Haunting me till I’m old and wise.
But I was never wise, but nor were you.
Rantaro should’ve never been killed.
You did that out of your own good didnt you Kaede?
Of course you did.
And you’re a selfish woman. Not even. A selfish girl thinking that killing would make everything better.
Well it didn’t!
You should be here right now…
Not playing the very thing that killed you.
You should be here, with me.
Or in that wooden cabin where the flora and fauna are more natural to living in.
Maybe we would stay up till midnight, gazing at the stars. Seeking that astronomical peace that lived up in the stars.
You would play the same keys that killed you.
I yearn for escapism.
Escapism to that place, with you.
This imaginary dream garden with blossoming tulips and hummingbirds alike. I know you’d love it wouldn’t you?
That’s why I designed it.
To fit you.
To fit you and the music you play.
The mystical area deserved to have your magical music played there.
The song began to finish.
The dancers soon became motionless.
The moon was covered by a thick, darker cloud. Reflecting almost no light, except towards the piano.
Kaede stopped playing, but why?
I sat on her stool. First time getting a look at her face
She was smiling.
How dare she smile while leaving me all alone and still looked so beautiful.
She was far more beautiful than the music she played.
Her pale, smooth hand touched mine.
“Will you promise me something, Shuichi?” Her request was quiet and calm. To almost mirror the atmosphere being created by the natural lighting in the room.
I stared at her, her eyes showing the same glimmering light as the lake I imagined.
“Promise what?” I asked.
“Promise me to be strong.” Her hand stroked the keys. Remind me of the pattern which her feet touched before losing her breath. “I know you Shuichi, and I know there’s a strong, capable, cunning man in there.”
“You just have to believe in yourself.”
She slowly began playing once more.
It made me want to sleep.
She wanted me to listen to her. To win the killing game for her.
And that’s exactly what I’m going to do.
I hear your music Kaede, I hear it in the deep heart’s core.