Isabella Mayer
Of course, I was a bit off. My hands were rusted up, and my fingers were stiff from the lack of playing, that didn’t stop me from trying though. My only intention was to take his mind away from the sudden revelation and the frightening storm. The keys were cold against my fingertips, but the glossiness allowed me to effortlessly glide my fingers across the keys.
“Do you miss her?” Adam asked leaning against the piano, I knew who he was referring to but I wondered what gave him the courage to ask me that knowing the pain it caused me to think about her.
“She left when I was twelve and I’m turning sixteen soon. She’s nothing but a distant memory” I breathed, my hands pulled away from the instrument and looked back up at Adam who was in a more calm state.
“It’s okay to be
