Chapter 8: The Piano Key (Higher Do)
He knew she has already been crying for a while because he saw that her eyes were very red and sunken.
"It's not your fault," he repeated. "It was that bully Kariza who was so full of herself. I just did what I thought was right. I've had enough of her attitude."
"But still you got hurt because I was too weak to defend myself."
"But you managed to punch her, right?" Dylan chuckled.
Luna smiled and looked up, her eyes on the verge of spilling. Dylan immediately panicked inside upon seeing her face.
"Yes. That was the bravest thing I've ever done in my life." Then her smile faded. "But then I got scared and you protected me but I just ran away and left you. I was such a coward." A droplet rolled on her cheek as she bowed her head again.
Dylan bit his lip. Luna was very hard to appease because she kept looking down on herself. No matter what he say she will only believe that everything was her fault and that she is to be blamed.
He sighed in resignation. He can't bare standing here alone with a crying girl. It's making him feel like all this drama was his fault or that it was his duty to resolve this. They stood awkwardly silent for a moment.
"Would you like to hear me play again?" he asked. An idea struck him when he was desperately looking around for a means to cheer her up and saw the piano behind him.
Luna looked up, surprised. Dylan repeated his question. She lit up and nodded. He sighed inwardly with relief that she finally smiled and completely forgotten her sorrows. She followed him.
They sat side by side on the chair since it was big enough for two little kids.
"Play the one you played earlier. It was beautiful," Luna requested, giggling inside because she was very impressed with what she saw and heard earlier. But seeing the performance up close? She can't help but smile with excitement.
"But that song has a sour note. It will ruin your listening."
"Hmm," she contemplated, thinking deep. "I don't mind. It was still beautiful. I mean the most beautiful song I've heard so far." She smiled at him. "It was so lovely I can't get it out of my head. I think you haven't even finished playing it because you stopped on the sour note."
Dylan looked surprised.
"What?" she asked.
"N-nothing."
Dylan felt his ears warm with her compliment. She was very honest and straighforward. He felt flattered. He never let anyone hear it because it was still incomplete with the sour note. Yet she still thinks it was beautiful. He smiled and nodded as he flexed his fingers and placed them on top of the tiles. He began playing.
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