O Ah See Wut Joo Deed Thar

She watched as he tried to decide what to do and watched as he ran from the room promising not to be too long. She sighed as he left walking over and sitting on the bed. She wasn't particularly hungry, but something felt off and she knew she couldn't stay in this room either. She got off the bed and walked out of the room, quietly closing the door behind her. If memory served her correctly there was a piano somewhere on the ground floor. It didn't take her too long to find it. Remembering where things were tended to come in handy when she was on the streets. She closed the door to the room with the piano, sitting down softly on the bench. The piano was fancy, but it looked like it didn't get played much. She hoped that she remembered at least something. Her mother would be so disappointed if she could see her now. She lifted the lid to the piano and fingered the keys lightly. Closing her eyes she attempted a few chords. The piano sang, perfectly in tune. It took her a few minutes, but it seemed as though the muscle memory was still there, just waiting to be used again. Closing her eyes, she dove into a piece that was soft and passionate with a delicate melody. She closed her eyes and felt soft tears on her cheeks. She didn't know what she was crying for, but she felt as though it was necessary. She wondered with a slight tightening in her chest what Jasper was doing right now.