MUSIC²

Her name kind of resemble her I thought that....She was beautiful just like the moon...

Even though I wanted space I didn't wanted to be impolite so, I told her my name. "Ryan."

"So what brought you to this vantage point, looking down on the city?" Moon interrogated, both curious and persistent....

I took out my headphones and placed them on the ground next to me, knowing that I wouldn't have any more time to myself. If she wanted to talk, I would keep her company....

It also worked in my benefit. That way it might be another source of distraction; after all a view can only be enjoyed for so long... After that I turned to Moon and established direct eye contact with her.

In response to her question, I just shrugged my shoulders

"I'm just looking for some peace, you?"

"I was wandering away from home, or to be more precise, a house party. I didn't liked the music they were playing."

She laughed, and a faint smile appeared on my face....

This is the first time I've smiled today...

"So I walked out of my house, plugged in my music that made me feel at ease, you know?" Moon continued prompting me to agree.

I knew exactly what she meant when she said she wanted music that understood her and made her feel valued...

"Yeah," I trailed off. "Music has the ability to do that to you, just as it has the ability to make me want to find serenity." I spoke my thoughts aloud....

When I snapped out of my trance, Moon was watching me with curious eyes. It was almost as if she was studying me, trying to understand me...

"When I first saw you, you looked sad and as if you needed space something told me to talk to you so here I am," she concluded a smile spreading on her face.

"I'm nosy but not pushy; do you want to talk about it?"

She asked cautiously, like if treading on eggshells.

My mother has been trying for a year to pursued me to see a therapist and tell them how I feel. I never tried counselling because I didn't think it could help me.

However, perhaps telling a stranger everything and then never speaking to them again will be good for me. At the very least I know they can pass judgement on me without having to see me again.

"My best friend passed away a year ago today. Today has been rough, but I'm getting through it with the help of music." I came to a halt for a moment attempting to take a deep breath.

"My best friend adored music, in fact she loved music more than she loved me ... She was able to get through anything with the help of music.... That's probably my way of paying tribute to her, perhaps even attempting to see what she saw in music." I concluded.

to be continued ~

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