Xabi’s fingers glide over the keys.
His hands know where to go and what to do.
Xabi doesn’t.
He plays a prelude in E major.
The bright triads take him to his first day in Liverpool.
He remembers the smell of the fresh paint on his walls, of the new boots he receives, of Steven’s aftershave when the captain leans in to catch
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Oooh, aahhhh, oooohhhh.
-is coherent now-
I think its such a good metaphorical way of putting their relationship into a few simple keys.
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