What was this feeling? I couldn't explain. The key just felt so perfect under my fingers, and tingled every time I hit a note. I commpletely lost myself to the music, smiling and closing my eyes, enjoying the feel of the piano and its beautiful voice.

My heart was poured into the melody and verses. I was playing one of the songs I had heard my father play.I had a amazingly good memory I guess.he played this song to my mom when ever he had time. Of course he played alot more, butthis is the one that I liked the most. Except for that one song he played before thefire.That song was my favorite of course.

Ugh, shut up brain! Just close your eyes and play,I thought.It just felt so right and wrong at the same moment. Right because I am doing what my parents use to love doing most, expressing their love for music Wrong because I just randomly barged in a random mansion and started to play their piano like there was no tomorrow.

Then reality hit me like a wall of bricks and my fingers stopped playing the song.I was supposed to be buying water one hour ago, instead of breaking in some stranger's house and playing the piano. "I'm so dead." I muttered to myself.A low chuckle caused me to raise my head.

My breath caught in my throat and my heart sped up faster. In front of me was the most gorgeous boy on earth(I mean every word.) His crystal blue colored eyes seemed to look playful and happy, not what-on-earth-are-you-doing-in-my-house look. I was at loss for words. I probably should have said something like,"Sorry I randomly barged in to your house and started using your piano. Please don't call the cops!" but instead I said a way smarter thing that went some what like,"Umm...I...ummm...you...ermmm..."

My words wanted to escape my mouth but for some reason it couldn't. Focus Emma! Find a way to apologize and then leave his house so you won't get a ride in the back of a cop car.I was about to open my mouth and say that, but he ran his fingers through his soft,light brown-sandy colored, and slightly tousled hair that sweeps across his blue eyes that seem to darken and lighten depending on his mood.

The boy had a chiseled jaw line,dark tan skin, athletic body, and a cute smile that seemed to cause my heart to skip beats. I swallowed and prepared to apologize when those blue eyes pierced into mine.There was something about his eyes that seemed to catch my attention. I couldn't really figure out why, but he is just so familiar. Like I meant him before some where. The memory was fuzzy but I could still barely remember.

He smiled up at me, with a wicked glare in his eyes. "Ha-ha I still win"I said, sticking my tougue at him. My small frail hands pinned him to the ground. The little four year old underneath me scowled and make a face. "I beat you and I'm a girlie!" I teased him. He turned  beet red."You did not! I let you win" Just then, he looked at my face in horror and widend his dark blue eyes. They seemed to get lighter when he was joyful and dark when he was angry or scared. I frowned."What is it?" I asked in a scared tone. "There's a SPIDER ON YOU'RE FACE!" I screamed and rapidly brought my hands up to wipe my face. Immediately, he grabbed my hands and rolled us over so he was on top. "You lose" he laughed in my face.

I was about to say something mean back when those pools of ice blue eyes distracted me. They were just so pretty. In fact, they were my favorite colors. "I like your eyes" I said softly. He seemed a little taken aback by my comment. The boy gave me a smile and he looked at me in the eyes again. "I like yours too." That was the first time I actually loved someone as much as I loved my parents. He was my bestfriend. We did everything together. I shared my first chocolate bar with him. He shared his first milkshake with me.We even promised each other that when we grow up, we would marry each other and he would ride me on his white stallion into his beautiful golden palace.

It was all perfect for the first few months.Then I lost him. He disappeared from my life because of that one day. That stupid day. My heart was ripped apart. I had lost my best friend, my other half,without even saying any goodbyes. He was gone from me in a matter of seconds.When he left my life, everyhing that proved out friendship was gone from existence. Except our best friend bracelets. Besides from that, there was nothing that could prove that I was once had a bestfriend who I loved so much. Nothing at all.