It was fall when we met. When I was unfortunately forced into being your accompanist. After years of not playing, I was thrown into the pit again. To fight on my own. Unlike all my competitions before, I had to fight the other contestants. This time, it was my piano.

The piano refused to let me hear its sweet melody. It wouldn't even let me hear it when I would pound on it for hours. It was like we were underwater where no sound could escape and be heard.

So lucky for us... We were last. The last act of the day. Which means all those who showed up first, are now gone or snoring away the last hours of the competition.

So as I stood in the back remembering note for note our song... You showed up. Walking down the hall with... With... With... Grace. You found me in my little corner. Panicking like I was gonna die on that stage, which would've been better than playing.

"Are you my accompanist?" You asked me with that sweet angelic voice of yours.

I looked up and saw you. Clad in red. You had a lovely red flower holding back one side of your dirty blonde hair. I was amazed by how beautiful you were.

I just nodded my pretty little head and waited for your look of disappointment. For your face plant. For your storming off and requesting another accompanist.

None of that ever happened. All you did was smile brightly at me and grabbed my hands. You said something that I couldn't even hear.

"Don't push yourself..." Was all I heard you say.

You walked away and started tuning your violin. I just stared into the bright long hallway that you walked down. You put my beating heart to a stop. You made me nervous for another reason. You made me fall in love with the craziest Violinist I know to this day.

You were infatuation, aggravation, humanitarian.

After you tuned your violin you came back. I just stared blankly at you as you came back. This time, a different aura was around you. I couldn't explain it.

"Why aren't you practicing?" You asked me.

I just shrugged and starting looming at the notes. I went back to panicking after awhile. I started pretending I was at a piano. Playing my heart away. You lifted up your arm and started to play the violin. Of course, you didn't have your violin with you. You had nothing but air in your arms.

You started to pretend to play the violin as I memorized the notes. You gave it your all, even if it was all pretend. It was like I could hear the notes come out of you.

"The last pair. You're up!" The announcer said.

You grabbed your violin from where you left it. I walked with you till we got to the door leading to the stage. I stopped dead in my tracks. I can't do this...

"Yes, you can..." You read my exact thoughts.

I just stared at you as you grabbed my hand and lead me to the stage. I saw the piano and saw its devilish smile. Waiting for me to fail.

I walked up to it and fixed my seat. I then sat down and started to play. I started off well and you... You started off... Just perfect. You started playing the Fritz Kreisler's Love's joy was no longer his piece. It was yours from here on out. You owned that piece.

I couldn't imagine playing that piece like that. Just playing it her own way is gonna deduct some points, but she doesn't care. As for me, I'm playing note for note.

I started off well. Playing exactly what was on my music sheet. I was confident for a minute. Then I started to lose control. The sound started to drain out. One by one. I was hearing nothing. It was now a battle between me and the piano.

You looked back at me and saw my struggle. As I threw punches at the piano. The piano threw them back and it went on like that. That was until I couldn't do this anymore. I stopped playing mid-performance. You continued on like I hope you did. I sat there knowing how I let you down. A mere stranger.

I sat in disappointment. Listening to your version of love's joy. That was until there was no sound. I couldn't hear the sound of your violin. I looked over at you. You were panting and just looking up at the sky. Was your performance over? I asked myself.

No, it wasn't. It was far from over. In fact, it was put on pause.

You could've of gone on without me. You could've won, but you stopped. Now you're automatically disqualified.

"Play it again..." You told me.

I gave you the most confused look and shook my head now. You wouldn't let me quit. You shook your head too and walked towards me. You sat behind me and started playing.

Your sweet angelic melody.

You are astounding, dazzling, and marvelous.

You are a true piece of work.

"Don't give up..." I heard you whisper.

I started playing along with you. It was a fist fight between the both of us. You would throw punches and I'll throw them back. This went on until the end of the song. That was till we finished. Once I started hearing the piano, the song was over.

We got up and didn't expect to hear any claps. And we didn't. It was dead silent.

"Run it again..." I heard you say.

I turned around and saw you get up. You were standing in the center of the stage. You smiled and started playing again. I started with you.

Why are we doing this? Why can't we just leave? Why are you telling me to run it again? I know we're last but we don't have all day for this. We can't sit here and play till we can't anymore. Security will be on our asses. We'll be kicked out and never welcomed again.

"Run it again!" You keep saying.

I listened to you as you keep telling me that. I kept running it again and again and again. Every time I did I was closer to hearing the sweet melody of the piano. I started playing along side you. Going as fast as you. Playing the piece my way. The way I wanted to.

Once again the song ended. This time, there was no run it again. This time, it was just the sound of our breaths, trying to calm down. Then, unlike the last time, there was a sound of applause. The crowd roared louder than they had for the other contestants.

We bowed and exited the stage together. A lonely pianist and a lively violinist.

We got back to our dressing rooms and changed out of suits and dresses. I was getting ready to head out and leave. After all, I did ruin your performance. I made you stopped. I held you there for hours that felt like days. I ruined any chance of fame.

"Hey, you did great out there." I heard you say.

I turned and around and say you smiling at me. Your smile was beautiful, just like the rest of you.

"I'm sorry..." I whispered to you.

Your smile faded into a frown.

"There's nothing to be sorry about. I stopped because I wanted to. Not because you stopped." You said.

I was looking down at the ground. I didn't deserve to be your accompanist. I let you down, a stranger who's name I don't even know.

"Listen let's forget this whole thing." You told me.

My head shot up quickly. I gave her a confused look. Forget the whole thing? How could you forget something like that? I ruined your chances at winning. Why would you want to forget that?

"What?" I asked you.

"My name is Hayley James. It's a pleasure to meet your acquaintance." You told me.

"Jonathan." Was all I said.

"Jonathan what? Jonathan Lee. Jonathan Anderson."

"Davidson," I told you.

"Well, why don't we go to a nice café and chat."  You said as you grabbed my hand and lead me away.

Why are you doing all of this? Why won't you let me add you to the list of people I failed? Why won't you keep us as strangers? Why won't you leave me alone?

"Why do you insist on being my friend?" I said out loud.

"Because why not?"

I just stared at you with that blank stare. Waiting for you to answer my question with a real answer. But you never did. You just laughed at me and started to drag me once again.

We finally reached a café. You sat me at a table out in front. Went inside and brought so many sweets that could give us both diabetes. You talked my ear off the whole time as you scarfed down each treat. Never stopping to breath or to rest.

You are truly a piece of work...

"And you?"

I looked up at you. Your head was resting on your face. Your hazel eyes staring right into me.

"What about me?" I asked.

"Your life story."

I stared up at you. The crazy violinist who wouldn't let me give up. The one who refuses to let me be. The one who changing my world in only serval hours.

"I don't know...." I told you.

You frowned and shook your head.

"Unacceptable." You told me.

I gave you my world famous confused look. We paid for your meal before heading out. You started talking my ear off once more. I listened to all your stories. I soon began to find out we went to the same high school. That you were that kid in class asking all those irrelevant questions.

With all this knowledge in both of our heads, we used it to our advantage. Mostly you. You started being more comfortable with me. Forcing me to play the piano even after that day. Yelling at me and hitting me with your violin case after I didn't do something right. But never did those things scared me away from you.

I wanted to know more about who the crazy violinist was after.

We entered serval competitions and came out on top for all of those. We even got a big shot at stardom... But you didn't show up.

You disappeared. Nowhere to be found.

I never bother showing up to that competition. You're my partner in crime. The only person I want to accompany.

A few days after I found out where you were hiding. As soon as I found out the place and where it was located, I ran. As fast as I could to see you. To see what happened. To see if you were okay. To see your face.

I ran into you room and saw you. Sitting there. You weren't smiling as brightly as you usually did. It seemed like your smile was forced.

You stayed like that for another season. The color drained out of you during the winter. By spring, your condition got worse. It came to the point where I knew, the time I had with you... Was coming to end.

So I had to spend the time we had together. To make as many good memories with you so I didn't have to leave you with any regrets. So I can remember the way we smiled together. The way you laughed at the stupid jokes I would say.

But that wasn't enough for me. Not exactly. I wanted more time. I craved it, but I know my wants won't reach the universe. They won't give you more time for me.

"Will you forget me?" You asked me one day.

I looked up at you. You had tears in your eyes.

"Will you forget the girl who made you run a piece five times so we can make a point? The girl who hit you with her violin case. The girl who ate a bunch of different treats that was meant for two."

I didn't say anything. I couldn't say anything.

Forget you? Yeah right... You barged into my life without knocking. You changed my whole world. You made me into the person I am today. Right here and now.

Days after you left... Left me by myself. In the music room to play the piano alone. To compete with another violinist.

I went through hell and back for you. For me. For us.

It was fall when I first laid eyes on you. The leaves were changing color, so was my world. That was, of course, thanks to you.

You showed me a whole new world that I didn't even know about. You showed me what it was like to be a true musician. What it was like to be a true pianist.

You came up on that stage and shook my whole world. You came barging into our hearts with the tune of your violin. I will never forget you and your songs that you played with so much spirit.

But I won't remember you by your playing. I'll remember you with the times you hit me, yelled, and almost killed me. I'll remember your smiling face when you ate those strawberry shortcakes you loved so much. I'll remember your laugh, your voice, your everything.

So yeah... To answer your million dollar question, I do love you and won't forget you as easily Hayley James...