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Black Key, White Key
Black Key, White Key.
Fingers that moved nimbly across the black and white keys, flying so fast it seemed like they barely grazed the surface of the worn piano.
Fingers that played such a gorgeous melody and chorus, smooth and liquidy, just like the currents of the salt water lapping against the shores of Granville Island.
Music that clashed so wonderfully with the other men and women playing guitars for quarters.
Music that lifted goosebumps on my skin, but also made me wish his fingers would never stop gliding across the keys of his piano.
But most of all, music that made me want to never leave him.
Black Key, White Key.
Writing is 100% © puzzle piece. (Originally: metaphwoarr.)
Fingers that moved nimbly across the black and white keys, flying so fast it seemed like they barely grazed the surface of the worn piano.
Fingers that played such a gorgeous melody and chorus, smooth and liquidy, just like the currents of the salt water lapping against the shores of Granville Island.
Music that clashed so wonderfully with the other men and women playing guitars for quarters.
Music that lifted goosebumps on my skin, but also made me wish his fingers would never stop gliding across the keys of his piano.
But most of all, music that made me want to never leave him.
Black Key, White Key.
Writing is 100% © puzzle piece. (Originally: metaphwoarr.)
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Chapter One
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Chapter Two
To Be Relieved