Hallelujah (PruAus)Hallelujah (PruAus) by ObeytheCupcake
parts in bold are when there is the song, and someone is singing it.
And italics is the past
"What are you doing?" He asked me, but I didn't answer him at the moment because I was pretending that I couldn't hear him. My fingers were playing with the cords of the piano, and normally, I could hear, but I didn't want his speech to interrupt its song; this song was special to me. I felt him come up behind me, he not touching me, but I could just feel him; I still refused to fully acknowledge him. He then proceeded to sit on the other side of the bench; he touching my leg with his ghostly colored hand. I jumped, acting as if I was startled, but still continued to play with the domino colored keys. "What are you playing?" He asked once more, his red eyes looking at the cords, watching as my finger's danced along them.
"A song that makes me think of you." I fibbed; it reminded me of us. He smirked that same idiotic, curve of the lip; that stupid gleam
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