A Piece for Him

A Story by Thalassa

With each delicate touch from her finger, she played on the instrument’s ivory tiles. As she closed her eyes, she would radiate somber and longing for her beloved. As each key brought tingling sensations of sorrow, her fingertips would hit it as if it was her last chance to grasp anything to make her feel alive again. On the pedal of the piano, she stepped slowly as if she was treading on the river towards meeting the light until eventually, meeting the bristles of the grass and caressing the hand of her one true love. As she straightened her posture on the piano stool that she sat on, her fingers applied more pressure to the keys, and the more her emotions got the better of her. Crystal tears seeped from her glossed cerulean eyes, and she let them fall effortlessly as she believed that in some way, her misery became tangible enough to be seen. Sheets of music that have been scribbled with red and black ink violently descends as she stands up from her stool and stops playing. Her vision becomes clouded because of the bounty of tears trapped in her eyes, forcing to escape. She solemnly looked over the sheets on the floor. She crouched and hovered over the papers with tear stains all over them. With her trembling hands, she picked them up and gave a good look at them.

“Recuerdame.”

As soon as her eyes glazed over the word, more tears trickled on her cheek. She realized that the petals of her flowers from the flower vase have wilted, the curtains have accumulated dust, and the piano that she played faded in color. He was gone from her life, and she had to accept that their home would never be the same without him in it.

© 2019 Thalassa

Author's Note

"Recuerdame" means Remember me. This piece was inspired by the movie "Coco". What was the most painful piece you've ever written? Could it ever amount to the pain you felt intangibly?

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Wathanya.5KY3

I have, unfortunately, not seen the movie Coco yet.

This is a sad piece. Grief is a slow and painful process, and you captured this woman right in the middle of it.

The most painful piece I've written is actually my coming out speech to my mom. It was written with the caution of hurting her, so it did not fully convey what was in my mind. Perhaps that's the very reason it's painful.