 Unforgivably Cursed | adultescent
Gunnar walked over to the piano and climbed up onto the bench. He really liked having this piano at his house now and, though he didn't so much like sitting still and paying attention when Daddy tried to show him what to do, he did like the sounds that came out of it.
He looked at the groups of black keys just liked Daddy showed him and found a group of three. He tried to remember the tune pattern he was taught and began to play with one finger. 3-2-1, 3-2-1, 1-1-1-1, 2-2-2-2, 3-2-1. He forgot the name of it, but he liked the little tune. But what he also liked equally as good was mashing his whole hand down on the keys the hole way down the piano.
__________________ started like a knight in a fairytale_______________________________________________
ended like a moth in flames______________________
______________________don't you worry I'll be fine
_________________________________________________you were good for the plot line |