Dadadada dada dum. Dadada dum. Da dada dum.Dadadada dada dum. Dadada dum. Da dada dum. The notes echoed through the otherwise silent house, filling the entire space with the classic piece. Stacey`s hands gracefully played out the notes on the grand piano, not needing the sheet music placed in front of her. The black and white keys answered her fingers greatfully, seeming like they were glad to play the notes that made up the slow tune.
The crisp moonlight filtered in through the large windows and made the room look mysterious. Stacey sighed and closed her eyes, her fingers still playing the tune. Her mother had just returned home from one of her "trips"-- a.k.a.-- she had left because she had gotten mad at James again. Well, now that she was home, she was dead set against anything magical. Of course, the house was protected against the Ministry, but neither James nor Stacey wanted to have to deal with Carrie when she was mad; she was worse than Stacey, and that was saying something.
The song continued for a few more minutes, then Stacey let the notes swell into a sad sounding ending. She sighed again and opened her eyes, immediatly turning her head to look out of the nearest window, looking for the moon. Her stomach churned when her eyes rested on its brigth beauty. The moon meant more to Stacey than it did to other people; the moon represented her other half, her only comparison for his perfection.
She stood up almost trace-like, and walked towards the window. She walked forward until her toes touched the wall. The moon looked so large out here, and that only made her stomach twist more-- no magic meant no Aiden, no Aiden meant big time blues.
The hollow feeling had entered her system as soon as her mother had forced her home from Hogsmead. Stacey had to leave quickly, and that didn`t help the feeling either. She ran her fingers over her arm unconsiously, for that was the last thing Aiden touched before she had departed. She remembered all too clearly their last moments together for now:
Stacey stood at the edge of town, her eyes dark blue and her back towards the place she never wanted to leave.
"Don`t worry about me," He had insisted, hugging her gently. "I`ll miss you, but I`ll still be here when you get back, love."
Stacey smiled at what he had called her. "I love you, my moon." She whispered back, unable to speak any louder because if she did her voice would crack.
He ran his fingers over arm arm, stepping back slightly. "I love you, too." He whispered. He kissed her softly, then Stacey had to leave.
She sighed once again, coming to the present time. Her eyes were dark grey, the color of anger and great sadness mixed together. She took a deep breath, the slowly turned around and walked over to the couch. As she plopped down, she started humming. She hummed the tune Aiden was sung to her, only a few days after they had met. Those days had some good and some bad times, but Stacey couldn`t remember them right now. There was too much bad for her to want to remember anything bad from her past.
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