Thomas's POV

We are both still sitting on the bed, my large hand on her blush cheek pulling her close, until Dylan interrupts.

We both have ranges of emotions coursing through our minds.

Thomas:

"HOLY SHIT!" Dylan shouts pointing a finger at us. I can see her blush next to me.

"Uh.." she says, she gets up from the bed and walks out of the room.

"Fucking hell!" I mutter. Dylan is laughing but he is shocked.

"Stop it man!" I say as I approach the door to follow her.

But he stops me, and instantly changes from laughing to serious.

"Dude, just a word of warning... if you hurt her, in any way, you'll be hurting right along with her," he threatens.

I've never seen this side of him before, but I just nod and run down the hall to find her.

My mind is racing, I am so confused. I've loved her all my life but now, it's a different type of love, and the feeling is mutual.

I run down the hall, down the stairs, pass the kitchen, and to the living room.

She is nowhere to be found.

I stop to think, where does she like to go and reflect? isolation?

Suddenly, I hear a soft tune playing in the air.

The music room!

I run down and creak the door open, I see her.

Still wearing my jumper, hair lying down on her back, and sitting up stait.

She is playing a soft tune on the piano.

I recognize the song she is playing because I have heard the tune before. In fact, she sings it in the shower all the time.

"If the water dries up,
and the moon stops shining,
starts fall,
and the world goes blind, boy,
you know..."

She turns around like she knows I was there all along.

She looks up at me innocently, Then she cocks her head.

"Do you mind if I play a bit?" I ask, not even knowing where that came from, I just wanted to be with her.

"No," she says.

I walk over and sit on the piano bench next to her.

I place my hands on her intricate moving ones as she continues to play.

I can see a small smile playing across her lips.