Soul (Drabble)
Title: Soul
Author: applehead9
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: PG
Beta: The wonderful millionstar <333
Warning: A tiny bit of angst.
Summary: AU. Matthew opens his soul.
Feedback: Would be, oh, so lovely.
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse and I’m making no profit.
A/N: This’s been on my mind for such a long time and I’ve just found some time (and guts) to write it.
Hope you’ll like it. :3
D., thank you so much for being so kind. You’re beautiful. And I also want to thank my dear friend, N. for helping me with this. <3
Finally, this is the beautiful song mentioned in the fic, listen to it if you wish: HERE
Cheers and..enjoy! <3
There’s something really enthralling about rainy days. Rain makes everything better. It cleans the streets and it cleans people’s minds.
I love relaxing with the sound of rain, and we were doing just that. Holding each other under the quilt, listening to each other's breaths and the sweet sound of tiny drops hitting the windows.
Peace.
I turned my head towards the boy I was sharing this magical moment with and he looked back at me, blue eyes shining in the dim light of the room. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.
I smiled softly and grabbed Matthew by the hand and we headed quietly downstairs. The rest of the house was still soundly asleep with no movement, being still so early in the morning.
We could still hear the soft patter of rain drops against the house, but it seemed to have slowed down.
With Matthew's hand in mine I dragged him towards his grandmother's piano room and we both slipped inside. I walked over to the glass cabinet where they kept various belongings and looked inside.
Matthew stood next to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulder. He seemed genuinely interested in my reactions as I pointed out several photographs and gasped at the sight of parts of him I’ve never seen.
"Is that a picture of you and your mother?", I asked pointing out a picture with a woman and a child sitting on a piano bench in front of a piano, the very one in this room.
"Yes", he stated pulling open the glass panel and pulling out the picture so we could get a closer look. He handed the framed picture over to me and I took it in my warm hands.
"That is me when I was about eight or nine, I think nine years old because it was just a few months before she died", he responded.
"She was very beautiful", I said.
He told me how his mother was truly a gentle and down to earth woman. She was what you could refer to as a person who got along with everyone.
I just listened to him and smiled as he described his mother. He looked at me with a mixture of emotions, but his eyes were shining like a bright blue light. I could tell he badly missed his mother and I felt a stab in my heart at the thought of how much he had suffered.
I watched him put the picture back into the cabinet and look fondly at it. Then he fell silent for a few moments. I scooted closer to him and reached out for his hand. We wrapped our fingers together as he looked up into my eyes with a few tears welling up at the corners. I suppose I too had a few tears as I smiled gently at him.
"I just miss her so much." He told me with tears now running down his cheeks.
We just stood side by side for a few moments before I dragged him over to the piano. I sat him down and scooted down behind him wrapping my arms around his frame to hold him tight. It felt so natural. So comfortable.
"Play something for me", I whispered.
"What would you like to hear?" he asked.
"Moonlight Sonata by Beethoven", I quickly responded and heard him chuckling as he began the tune.
I leaned my head on his back and held him tightly to me as he played the soothing melodic tune I loved so much. I cried softly against Matthew but he never said a word until he finished. Silence filled the air for a few moments with him sitting between my legs and my arms wrapped around his waist.
"What would you like me to play for you now?", he asked softly.
I thought for a few moments but nothing really came to mind so I just said, "Please play something that is dear to your heart, something I've never heard before, something that is so near to you. I want to hear something that is only you, something special".
I don't know how to explain it but I understood that music truly is the eyes to a person's soul and I wanted to know Matthew's soul.
I wanted a part of him.
The boy sat a moment in thought and then without a word his fingers started flowing over the keys on the piano. It was a soft melody, almost sad then all of a sudden Matthew's voice floated above the notes in a clear angelic tone. Slowly the tempo picked up and an air of optimism started to build up above the tone of sadness. The pace picked up some more, shifting towards a sense of vitality before ending in a harmonic soothing melody of peace and compassion. It had been the most beautiful, soulful piece of music I've ever heard in my life and I immediately knew this had been a special moment for Matthew.
The boy sat motionless for a moment and then silently lowered the panel cover over the keys and ran his fingers along the smooth surface. I held him quietly for a few moments before getting up to leave him with his thoughts.
Before I left he softly whispered, “I love you, Dominic.”
“I love you too, Matthew.”