Paul Sterling (paulster) wrote in saveatlantisic, @ 2019-09-29 20:27:00 |
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He'd been putting up a front for some time now, ever since Bonnie had left really. He didn't believe that she had left by choice but that didn't matter, she was gone all the same. The only person he'd talked about it with had been Als and up until yesterday, he'd thought he was going to lose her too. Thank god they hadn't lost her. She'd be alright but it would take time to heal. His own injures had been bad but nothing compared to hers and physically he felt much better but emotionally? That would take time. For all of them. It was early evening and he'd been lying on his bed reading, Chaplin curled up beside him, sound asleep.A little gust of wind blew the curtain away from the open window and for a split second, Rocco thought he heard a voice. He was mistaken though and he started to go back to his book when he glanced toward his piano and he had a sudden urge to play. Music was the one thing that could always bring him peace and he'd been avoiding it for a while now. Perhaps because he was afraid of letting go, of letting his feelings really come out but it was time. He got off the bed and picked up his wand to charm the room so that it would be soundproof. Rocco didn't want anyone to hear his grief, he wasn't ready to share it yet but in time he would be, just.......not yet. He crossed the room and sat down in front of the keys and closed his eyes. No particular song came to mind, he just put his fingers on the keys and began to play. He played for Bonnie, for Ellie, for Callie for all those who were lost whether it was by returning home or those who had died in the war. He took the music that he knew each of them loved and somehow put it all together, his way of telling them goodbye, of telling them that he loved them. He still missed Bonnie and he hoped that she was happy wherever she was, that if she'd gone home, she had gone to a happy time because she deserved that. For his sister, he played a song that they had loved as children, before things had changed and before it seemed that none of them had really known the eldest Spinnet at all. Thankfully that had changed during her time here and while Rocco still didn't feel as close to her as the rest, there was peace between them and he'd miss her. Callie, his beautiful little niece, who had grown into a beautiful and talented young woman. At first it had been strange seeing her all grown up but she was still Callie, she was still the sweet litle girl that she'd always been. Her death wasn't fair, none of the deaths were, but she was so young, she had so much to live for and she had left behind a young man who loved her deeply. Rocco planned to spend time with Paul, to get to know him better because that's what Callie would have wanted. When he finished playing and he'd wiped away the last tear he opened his eyes. Growing up in a world of magic meant that one learned to expect the unexpected and to know that anything was possible. He felt the touch of a hand on his shoulder, a gentle brush of a kiss on his cheek and then it was gone. Who was it? Did it matter? No, he knew that wherever they were, they had heard him and that the others, even those he hadn't known had heard him too and in his own way, Rocco had told them all goodbye. Music was like that. |