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22 June 2012 @ 2:23 am
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Ella woke slowly, blinking sleepily as she realized she was not in her own bed. Then she remembered the night before, playing the piano. Finding her mother’s arm, she held it tightly, snuggling closer. She was promised time with the piano if she allowed her parents to sleep in, and she had no intention of willingly giving that up.
Besides, she wasn’t ready to let go yet.
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19 June 2012 @ 1:53 am
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Ella knew she was supposed to be asleep, but she couldn’t resist the pull of the grand piano, sneaking down the hall on her tiptoes and slipping inside the massive ballroom. Eyes lighting up, she settled on the bench, staring in awe as she brushed her fingertips over the keys. This particular piano was off limits, but she had heard her mother playing it once. She wanted to hear that sound again.
Glancing over her shoulder to make sure she was alone, she gently placed her fingers over the keys, biting her lip as the first note rang out. It sounded as beautiful as she remembered. Maybe her mother wouldn’t mind if she played it just this one time.
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17 May 2012 @ 11:55 pm
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She must have picked up the phone a dozen times in the past half hour, but she couldn't quite bring herself to dial his number. How long had it been? Three months? Four? The realization that she couldn't remember stung more than she wanted to admit. Certainly, Nikola had never been the most reliable, but he had been there when she had needed him. They all had. Yet, she couldn't allow herself to accept their support, had shut them out along with the rest of the world.
In a fit of frustration, she threw her cell phone at the sofa, crossing her arms and anxiously pacing the line between her kitchen and living room. Why did it seem her caseload was always lacking when she most needed the distraction? The soft buzzing of her phone brought her attention back to the offending object, the screen announcing she had '1 new message.' She doubted its importance.
Needing something to quell the sudden fidgeting, Helen moved to the kitchen, filling the tea kettle and setting it on the stove, the familiar task calming her enough to think clearly. What was it that strange man had said to her in the diner the night before? She would never know, if she didn't try.
Though the reasons still eluded her, his advice refused to be ignored. Perhaps she had been spending too much time alone. She only wished the spirit both he and Nikola had claimed to see in her wasn't so tarnished, that something of that boldness still existed beyond the courtroom.
She wished she could be that woman again.
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