Trixy's Pov
Today the house was rather silent. No rehearsals, no lessons, no loud laughter from my bandmates. Just me by myself with ideas.
Sitting in front of the piano, my fingers gently stroked the ivory keys. They felt frigid against my skin, about as cold as the area. Left among us was Zyron. A region I never considered possible.
I shut my eyes, pushed down the first key, let the music flow.
I considered we had forever to hold.
You, however, walked away and left me in the bottom.
Laughter went quiet, warmth became stony.
How did our relationship go from friends to unknown?
The melody gushed out with the words, a song I wasn't even aware I was working on until the lyrics streamed from me like a wound refusing to heal.
Was it me who stumbled, or you who let go?
Did I harmed you so much that I built a wall?
As youngsters, we vowed no hearts would crash.
Hearts, though, follow their own tide; they do not listen.
