The roses in the flower vase seemed to turn their faces at Bianca as she played music on the piano. The air around her was filled with the sweet sound of the melody, which was slow yet so mesmerizing that it made her heart race against her ribcage. She closed her eyes and felt the music ripple around her, felt his heated gaze, those lovely features. She played every note remembering every feature of his face, she played it like she was sketching a grand painting. She played notes one after the other, folding them, mixing them and melting them. Bianca had created passionate music, which filled her with joy, with love and with sorrow. The music filled her, made her feel complete. She didn't know that her cheeks had become wet until a tear splashed onto the piano.
She ended the music with a slow lilting note.
