The Pianist

She painfully bit her lip in a stupid attempt to hold back a sob, the lukewarm water spraying from above her head mixing with the tears falling down her cheeks as she stood in her bathroom shower, her mind replaying over and over again those last words that cruel woman had said to her, effectively getting herself rid of her like of a rotten tooth.And that over the goddamn phone.

Going through everything she had packed in her traveling suitcase for the millionth time in a single hour, she sighed and worryingly bit her lip since she was still not sure she had taken everything she needed.Truth to be told, she didn't even know what she needed. Did she really need that many clothes? Will she wear a uniform or something? She knew rich people usually made their staff wear a uniform so maybe she didn't need to take so many clothes with her after all...Or maybe she did? Because miss Nancy, the nice old maid didn't exactly tell her how often she will be allowed to go home...

For days on end, it had became her routine to do both her jobs, go to bed then wake up throughout the night to go downstairs and listen to him play, his slow and sometimes sad songs deeply reaching to the strings of her heart as she would sometimes even find herself shedding a few tears whilst sitting there, in her usual spot behind the wall.Tonight was no different as she sat there yet again, her back resting against the wall as she hugged her knees close to her chest, so lost within her own mind as she closely listened to the wonderful lullaby tune.

Turning the knob, she quietly entered the small hallway of her own home, gently putting the roses over the small table sitting by the hanger as she started to take off her jacket and boots, unintentionally also knocking a decorative plastic bowl over."Baby, is that you?" She heard that familiar feminine voice call from upstairs, right before two sets of footsteps thudded over the carpeted stairs.

Gazing at the full bouquet of blood red roses she held close to her chest, she suddenly startled as a rather broken and haunting wedding song started playing in the background.Eyes wide and with a small gasp she gazed around her, looking at the sea of broken, old and empty chairs placed on either side of the aisle she was slowly walking upon.