“I want to play something for you.” He wanted to say ‘finally’ out loud but didn’t want to give in into her satisfaction. They sat next to each other in front of the black and white keys, power out and beers in. Sophie delicately started playing them like they were butterflies, as if the little beauties came alive with her touch. The rhythm moved with her fingers, and through them, as well.
There is was a moment in time when Keith looked at her face from the side, in admiration and awe, and looked back to her hands move across the piano, only to softly graze her hand to let her know how he was feeling in that moment, to which Sophie gently ended her performance for him. Silence and the rains, combined, enveloped their space and hearts. Their fingers entwined in what seemed to be a less bitter and more, sweet embrace. Sophie rested her head slowly on Keith’s shoulder, which was her way of saying “Everything is going to be alright.” Everything changed.