Skye
I parted my lashes late that night when a soft sound filled the room.
It was dark... the room swallowed in darkness, and I squinted my eyes and shifted over.
Ugh... what time was it?
I stared off in the black void as the soft sound continued filling the room.
I squinted my eyes.
Wait... was that a... song?
I groaned a little as I pushed my hands against the bed, shuffling to a sitting position.
Why did my bed feel different...?
I gazed back down, eyes softening when I brushed my fingers along the bed.
Oh... silky.
I stared back up, staring in the darkness as I listened to the soft song playing through the room.
It was distant... calm... and... emotional.
I listened closer as something inside me warmed.
Piano...? I didn't have a piano in my house.
I then cautiously slipped off the bed, stepping over to a spot on the wall with a sliver of light under it—telling me it was a door—and I searched the darkness for a knob before I caught it, parting the wood.
I winced at the sudden light, shrinking back a little, but when it adjusted, I blinked and peeked out.
My lips parted when I saw a long, endless hallway stretching down the pathway, the floors covered in a red-ish carpet, and there were doors on every part of the walls.
I blinked and stepped out from the bedroom I was in, currently disoriented, but I was too curious to care...
So I followed the sound of the piano.
It was so soft, but... so sad; like the person playing it was telling a story of sorts.
I stepped down the hall then, wrapping my arms around myself as I continued forward, determined to find the source.
I glanced around as I walked, taking in all the wall lanterns and the oak walls.
It was gorgeous, honestly.
Was Sebastian really this wealthy? Or did he take me to some hotel?
I knew it was him who took me here, and I wasn't particularly happy that he lied to me about taking me home, but I honestly was too mesmerized to care.
I just followed the sound as it echoed through the halls, covering the walls in its beauty, and I nearly teared up, but I pushed them down.
After a bit of walking, I slowed to a stop when I found a large pair of double doors, and one of them was cracked slightly, exposing a soft, white light that bled onto the ground in a quiet line.
As the song got louder and tangled me in cold, I lightly pushed the door until it creaked open, and I peered in.
My lips parted.
What?
Sebastian sat on the piano bench, leaning back as his fingers moved gracefully among the keys, covering me in a daze.
He was lost in the music, clearly into everything as I watched him.
I could feel his emotion... his sadness as my own—misery, depression, and a little bit of confliction—and it flooded me, covered me, tangled me.
I just stepped forward, covered in a daze, and I walked in the room stepping up to him...
He was currently sitting on the large, leather bench, the piano settled on a perch with a tiny staircase, and there was a light above him, gleaming down like he was an angel under the sunlight.
The piano was a dark, coffee color; made of wood that had been covered in gloss, and it reflected his image so easily.
When I made it to him, I silently climbed up the steps, stepping toward him as he played, clearly not noticing me.
But I just sat on the bench, staring down at his hands as they slid among the keys, pressing them so quickly and moving elsewhere.
I glanced back up at him, finding his lips titled, and I knew he could sense I was here now.
But I just shuffled closer, deciding I wanted to contribute to the music:
"Staring in disbelief," I sang, making his lashes part,
"Watching him fade away,
"Let him be in peace,
"Don't lead him astraaaaaaay,
"Dancing—in the leaves,
"Need a place to stay.
"I cannot seek the need,
"To keep it this waaaaay."
I took a deep breath. "Please, keep me alive,
"I need you in this life.
"Don't run all the waaaay,
"Don't run this tiiiime."
"Don't run this tiiiiiiiiiiiiime."
I parted my lashes when he slowed the song, playing softly before finally trailing off to a stop.
"You're a very good singer," he commented, lips tilting.
"Thanks," I whispered, shifting to a more comfortable position. "You're a very good player."
"Thanks," he said this time, lowering the hood over the keys, "I've been playing for a while. My parents taught me."
I smiled, nodding.
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"You live here?"
He nodded, stretching his arms before sighing and dropping his hands.
I stared for a moment.
Jesus... was he rich or something? I thought this was a hotel!
"Do you live here... alone?" I asked him.
He smiled and glanced over at me. "Nah. I have a couple friends who are scattered among this place."
I parted my lips, confusion coiling inside me. "The friends you hang out with at school?"
He nodded, smirking.
"They're fallen, too?"
He nodded again.
I stared off, wondering where time had gone, and if I was going insane yet; mainly because I wasn't freaking out right now. "Huh."
All the sudden, a knock fell on the door to our right, and Sebastian and I glanced over.
There was a girl standing there; one with long, straight black hair that looked silky, and she was tall, skinny, and had the most... perfect form! Especially with that lip-stick and eye-liner... she was gorgeous.
Jesus. She looked like a model.
"Uh, Sebastian?" she said, pointing at me with a brow arched. "Who's this?"
He shifted toward her, smirking as he set his hands on my shoulders.
I stiffened as heat jolted through me.
"Skye," he said, gesturing toward the girl, "my older sister, Claire. Claire, my girlfriend, Skye."
I glared at him. "I never agreed to that."
He smiled at me.
I looked back at her. "We're not dating."
"Yet," he added, making me shoot him a look.
"Not helping," I hissed.
He smirked. "I know."
"Uh—huh," Claire said, nodding, "sure, sure. Alright, well, I'm making some pudding. Want some?"
"I'm good," Sebastian said, putting out his hand.
She nodded and walked off, making me glance over at him. "Wow," I said, "you didn't ask me if I wanted some."
He only chuckled. "Trust me, you don't want her pudding. It tastes like literal crap."
"She's that bad of a cook?" I said.
He nodded, pushing a finger to his lips. "Don't tell her I said that, or she'll beat me up."
I giggled a little, and he settled back into himself, smiling.
"So..." I said, "is that why when I asked you if you had siblings, you said 'unfortunately'?"
He smirked. "Partly. She also beat me at chess once which I'm still mad about."
I giggled again, and his eyes softened.
"Come on," he said, standing now as I remained sitting, "I'll give you a tour."
I stood with him and stared, though he just started down the steps and I followed.
"So—as you can tell—this is the piano room," he said.
"Clearly," I joked.
He walked out, and I followed behind him, struggling to catch up because he walked so damn fast.
"Most of these places are just bedrooms," Sebastian explained, gesturing around us. "But—occasionally—you'll find other rooms scattered among here."
After a bit of walking, he slowed to a stop, and I followed, though he just stepped toward another pair of double doors and pushed them open.
My eyes glittered, and I gasped.
"This is the library," Sebastian explained, smirking over at me.
I waddled in, looking around at the beauty:
The bottom floor's walls were covered in bookshelves all over, every crack and crevice sealed with books, though in the middle of the floor were a couple couches and sofas, centered around a make-shift fireplace, and there was a coffee table settled in front of them.
Though I gazed up, finding a long, golden latter stretching up toward a second floor that filled the left wall, and I felt my eyes glisten like a child when I saw more bookshelves up their and another set of couches and cushions covering the empty space in the middle.
I then started forward, but Sebastian just caught my arm, and I glanced over at him.
"I know," he said, smirking, "bookworm's paradise. The Young Adult section is on the second floor, but you can come back here later, okay?"
I smiled up at him.
"Rest of the tour first, and then you can do whatever you want," he told me, and I nodded.
He kept a hold of my arm and then pulled me out, and I glanced behind me when he dragged me further down the halls.
"More rooms," he said then, but turned toward me. "And heeeere is another one."
We stopped by another pair of double doors.
Wow... how was I going to tell the difference between them? They all looked the same.
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What do you guys think of Sebastian? Do you like him?
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