Here's a oneshot for you, with a different style than what I normally write. But I hope you enjoy it all the same! =]]
A lonely man sits at home; long, gracious fingers teasing beautiful music out of a piano. The piano knows what no one else knows: his feelings which the piano lets loose every time he plays, yet failing to let anyone know about them; music without lyrics.
A lonely woman sits in a cafe, nursing a hot cup of coffee, as if she were looking deep into its soul and letting her feelings flow from her to the coffee; she could trust the coffee because it would never tell a single soul. The steam that came out of the cup was all it could say; not a single word.
Those two lonely souls were so stubborn you would think that one day they would just snap out of it and actually admit their feelings for each other. The piano and the coffee clearly couldn’t tell them, or push the other in the right direction. They had to get there themselves, and figure out a way to tell each other.
He has nothing to lose, except perhaps his dignity if he is rejected, not that he couldn’t cover that with a bit of sarcasm. She has nothing to lose, except perhaps her integrity if she is rejected, not that she couldn’t cover that with a bit of professionalism.
Neither had any real reason to not tell the other of their ever-growing feelings, except for the one thing that they shared greatly yet always at the wrong moments: their stubbornness. It pained everyone when neither would back down in argument about anything and they had no choice but to reach some sort of compromise to actually put an end to it. Eventually.
One day, he needed a ride home after a patient’s father had wrecked his motorbike when he had had enough of his behaviour towards him. Conveniently for him, it was the day she was going home earlier than usual so he knew that he could catch a ride with her. She agreed without hesitation and the journey to his apartment happened to be a pleasant one.
He invited her in for a cup of coffee, and although she initially declined, she took him up on his offer after his persistence. He really was stubborn.
She expected him to tell her to make the coffee, and so made her way over to the kitchen as soon as she entered his door. She didn’t expect him to stop her and tell her that he would make it himself though. He was quick to make it and within five minutes he handed over a hot, steaming cup of coffee to her. She took it gratefully and looked into her cup of coffee like she did the other day and something inside him stirred. An emotion he couldn’t even begin to describe.
She then looked over at the piano and then back up at him; he knew that the look in her eyes meant that she wanted him to play for her, and so he did. He played those graceful notes just like the other day, and something inside her stirred. An emotion she couldn’t even begin to describe.
That day the piano and the coffee had united and communicated the feelings of those two stubborn souls to each other, and it ignited the start of something new...
A lonely man sits at home; long, gracious fingers teasing beautiful music out of a piano. The piano knows what no one else knows: his feelings which the piano lets loose every time he plays, yet failing to let anyone know about them; music without lyrics.
A lonely woman sits in a cafe, nursing a hot cup of coffee, as if she were looking deep into its soul and letting her feelings flow from her to the coffee; she could trust the coffee because it would never tell a single soul. The steam that came out of the cup was all it could say; not a single word.
Those two lonely souls were so stubborn you would think that one day they would just snap out of it and actually admit their feelings for each other. The piano and the coffee clearly couldn’t tell them, or push the other in the right direction. They had to get there themselves, and figure out a way to tell each other.
He has nothing to lose, except perhaps his dignity if he is rejected, not that he couldn’t cover that with a bit of sarcasm. She has nothing to lose, except perhaps her integrity if she is rejected, not that she couldn’t cover that with a bit of professionalism.
Neither had any real reason to not tell the other of their ever-growing feelings, except for the one thing that they shared greatly yet always at the wrong moments: their stubbornness. It pained everyone when neither would back down in argument about anything and they had no choice but to reach some sort of compromise to actually put an end to it. Eventually.
One day, he needed a ride home after a patient’s father had wrecked his motorbike when he had had enough of his behaviour towards him. Conveniently for him, it was the day she was going home earlier than usual so he knew that he could catch a ride with her. She agreed without hesitation and the journey to his apartment happened to be a pleasant one.
He invited her in for a cup of coffee, and although she initially declined, she took him up on his offer after his persistence. He really was stubborn.
She expected him to tell her to make the coffee, and so made her way over to the kitchen as soon as she entered his door. She didn’t expect him to stop her and tell her that he would make it himself though. He was quick to make it and within five minutes he handed over a hot, steaming cup of coffee to her. She took it gratefully and looked into her cup of coffee like she did the other day and something inside him stirred. An emotion he couldn’t even begin to describe.
She then looked over at the piano and then back up at him; he knew that the look in her eyes meant that she wanted him to play for her, and so he did. He played those graceful notes just like the other day, and something inside her stirred. An emotion she couldn’t even begin to describe.
That day the piano and the coffee had united and communicated the feelings of those two stubborn souls to each other, and it ignited the start of something new...