Henry Green x Reader
For Otaku0010
Sorry this took so long. And the song goes with the story near the end sooo.....uh....
Enjoy~
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"Mother it's been weeks since he's been gone." You complained to your mother. "You must be patient, love. Mr.Green will be back soon, just go on and practice your violin in the garden dear." You mother said, shooing you off. You sighed and walked upstairs to your room, grabbed your violin, and walked downstairs to the garden. You looked at the piano and sighed. Henry always practices with you and he was very good on a piano after Evie taught him. You looked down at the ground, but looked back up to play your violin. The first notes were slow as you swayed a bit with the music, then grew and grew and grew until you were spinning and dancing all around the garden, nearby people walking stopped to watch you sing and dance and play and many people cheered you on. Soon enough, you slowed down and went down to a soft, sad tune and your voice lowered, making the people watching silent. Then the song ended on one long, final note. "That was beautiful, miss!" Some people said, but you still felt sad. Henry wasn't there with you...

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You were still outside, playing the piano this time as the sun went down, and your parents were starting to get concerned. "She's been playing that same small song all day, I'm starting to get very worried.." Your mother said to your father silently. "Relax, love. The Frye twins train should be coming into the district soon. I got a letter from Mr. Green explaining he'll rush over as quick as he can." Your father replied, furrowing his brow slightly at you. Your head hung low as you played the sad notes, your hands slowly flying over every note until near the end of the long song, which you grew to lonely and sad to finish, hovered over the two remaining keys. You closed your eyes and tears splat onto the keys as you brought your hands down, hitting the last notes before playing the song over...

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It's been at least another day and Henry hasn't shown up, and your parents were extremely concerned when they kept hearing violin music play from your window. You don't know why you were so sad, you didn't know why you were so attached. Maybe it was the way he held you while you slept or cried, the way he made funny faces or joked to make you laugh, or the way he gives you all his attention and small kisses on your cheek. You realized you were shaking when your notes wavered. Slowly, you lowered your hands and looked back down, crumbling to the ground and weeping silently. That was it, you knew you needed him like he needed you (as he said one thousand times before). It felt like forever since he's ever hugged you, ever spoken to you, ever played piano with you. Downstairs, your parents heard your violin stop and thought you finally went to sleep. "Darling I'm very concerned now." Your mother muttered, setting her tea cup down. "Dearest, trust me. I am fully aware that Mr. Green will handle this." You father said, a hint of doubt in his voice. "How? When will he get here?" Your mother asked.

"I.....I don't know........"

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You finally actually fell asleep turned towards the wall on your bed. You hated all the memories with Henry that came spilling back, it made you miss him even more to the point were you literally had to drown your sobs with loud violin music. You woke up to a knock on your door, suddenly hopeful. You opened the door to only be disappointed; it was only your father (oh no attack of the dad's oh nuuuuu). "Honey, are you alright?" He asked. "I'm fine, Father...I'm just trying to sleep." You said, lying a little. He soon nodded and left, closing the door. You decided to play one more violin song before you went to sleep. It was a song you and Henry always played, so having no piano part made it sound strange since the piano starts out first.

You waited by tapping your foot to get the piano part done, but suddenly, you heard the piano part coming from the garden. But you thought you were hearing things and began playing your violin part, hitting the notes perfectly on the the saddest song you know. You could tell your parents heard it because you could hear soft sobs from your mother. It was the only song that could get your strong, amazing mom to cry. You smirked a bit but it faded when all the memories with Henry popped back up. It drove you to play the song more emotional that it should, cause dogs to howl softly and people nearby and his nearby houses stop and listen to the sorrow. It lasted longer that you remembered, but when it ended, both violin and piano faded, giving off the perfect end. You sighed and laid on your bed, trying to get some sleep..
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A few hours later, your eyes snapped open to hear the song you and Henry made together. It was a mixture of sad, but it was also slightly happy in the high keys. You looked out the window and your face instantly brightened, tears beginning to stream down your face and the sight of him. The man looked up at you and waved lovingly, beckoning you to come down. You rushed through your door, quietly past your parents room, down the stairs, and right outside. You ran like a child running to it's mother and he picked you up and swung you around happily. "I'm so sorry for not being on time, love. I missed you too much." Henry sighed, holding you affectionately in his arms as you silently cried happily into his chest. "Oh my god I thought you weren't coming back--" you were to choked up crying to finish. Henry stroked your (h/l) (h/c) hair and calmed you. "Shhh....I'm right here, and I promise to never make you wait ever again." He said soothingly.

"Promise?" You sniffed, looking up at him with watery (e/c) eyes. He nodded with a smile, giving you a delicate kiss on your forehead.

"A promise I intend to keep."

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Probably not exactly what you wanted but hey, throw me a bone here. I'm bone tired and I didn't have the guts to write it exactly how you wanted it (very sorry it's not exactly how you wanted it. Idk why I made it sadish, maybe cause if school). It is currently 1:19A.M. And I got a skele-ton of work to do tomorrow. I would stop these skele puns but I put a lot of backbone into them (not really). So imma spaghetti outta here before either
A) Altaïr tries to kill me again
Or
B) my parents catch me

¡Chao!
~Kam