(AJ’s POV)
I felt bad leaving Brian and Melody, there seemed to be a problem developing and I did want to be there for my friends but they needed to sort this out themselves a bit before Harmony and I got involved. I of coarse had to remind her of this fact before we left. Melody wouldn’t even talk, which worried Harmony even more. She just sat at the piano all morning creating beautiful melancholy music that made me also want to stay and help her but somehow I gained the strength to leave the poor woman and go on my trip. Harmony and I needed to be away form all the sadness anyway. She would be traveling a lot soon enough and I wanted her to get used to being away from Melody for a couple days, since they may get separated every now and then. We were sharing a hotel room and that evening we just sat there watching a movie. Not really watching the movie but watching each other. I began to slowly caress her thigh very softly. Tiny strokes but very continuous. I couldn’t help it, I wanted to touch her and just doing that took my breath away as I saw it did for her too. It was something simple that expresses our deepest desires without fulfilling them, just giving a taste. A taste we never knew would be so good. I knew I was already blown away by this remarkable woman and I thought nothing more could amaze me but it did and that made it so hard to have self control and morals and all those things that held me back from just making love with her here and now. But I knew I had so much more to learn about her, to know about her and I would just be taking in too much if I did that now. She wasn’t someone you could just have sex with anyway. That was one of the millions of reasons why I loved her so much. And as soon as it was I did love her, no question.
(Melody’s POV)
With Hannah and AJ gone I would be alone, that was what I needed. Maggie kept trying to get me to eat and talk but I didn’t want to say anything more than one word and why eat? I felt no hunger that food could fulfill. I played the piano all day, It helped me to create songs, music helped me in each problem I ever faced and I knew it would get me through this. So I sat and played, made up songs, sometimes singing but mostly playing. The tape recorder got it all so I wasn’t’ t worried about forgetting a masterpiece or anything. I was just letting it all go through my fingers, through cords, melodies, and notes. It helped, it didn’t solve anything but it motivated me. I couldn’t take Brian away from Leigh, she needed him perhaps more than I. I got lost in my feelings again and began to play a more depressing tune. As it ended, in came the man it was written for. I didn’t know how long he had heard me play or why he came, but he was here now.
“That was the most depressing thing I have ever heard.” He said in a whisper. I was almost ready to laugh, did he expect me to be happy? I am lost in a struggle of morals, happiness, and my future. And he is expecting me to be okay with the fact that I was falling in love with an almost married man. I decided to just not respond.
“I came to talk to you about the duet.” He said. I nodded, motivating him to continue. I want to do the song we sang yesterday. I have mangement getting permission as we speak.” He shared. His determination surprised me. But either way it was all going to be okay, or so I hoped. (EN: Look Amers its my saying.) I was washed in another wave of emotion as he walked closet and I inhaled his familiar scent. I stood up to meet him and he pulled me in to a desperate hug and I felt the same melancholy sadness and confusion in him as I had in myself. I t made it easier to understand his position better but it didn’t help me make mine. I had never loved before but I never thought it would be so sad and hard. I never once dreamed of this, maybe of someone a lot like him but he would be with me, not another. I wanted the best for him I truly did, but I didn’t know if I would be the best for him or not. All I really knew was whatever I was feeling, melting his arms, was only growing stronger and I couldn’t do a thing about it.
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