Chapter 189

I don't know why I'm feeling awkward but I just do. I feel so awkward that I have practically invaded on what should have been a private moment. Again I think I am letting my thoughts stray too far.

Scott is practically blushing seriously now as my eyes finally catch the piece of music he's playing.

I have to admit the sound that floated to my ears brought something of a nostalgic feeling to me, it was something of that nostalgic feeling in the gaze that tells me I had also heard this piece of music somewhere once.

I heard the peice of music floating out with that same undeniably angelic voice.

It was something that my mother had always done to calm us whenever we were scared.

When we were still children, and I was still incomparably scared of going to sleep without them, she would gather us into her arms and sing us to sleep, sing with such a melodious voice, a voice that sounded so clear and so beautiful that it would put me to sleep in a minute.

I had tried to forget mother's voice and I tried to forget the simple beauty of it, and the way it sounded so melodious without her even trying.

It had also annoyed me to no end that I did not have the same talent that she had, it had annoyed me to no end that I didn't collect that particular trait from her. I tried to forget the beauty of her voice but right now, that song that's gotten played and sung so masterfully at the same time, it's made a memory come crashing like a wave to me.

It made my voice joke in my throat and a surge of emotion building in my heart. I had always wondered who carried that trait between the both of us, and always wondered who collected that gift of singing from her.

I had wondered who collected that particular trait of being able to have such mastery over there voice that it would make it seem like they were singing their emotions the life. I'm guessing that I have found out now.

Scott practically looks red behind the ears as I watch him. He looks so calm and different from before that I am practically amazed at this.

I'm guessing that should be the effects that singing all the emotions in your heart out woud have on you. He looks visibly better, and all the questions in my head just evaporate, they simply fade to nothingness as my mind is practically coming up with a million dozen pieces for my brother to play for me.

"Will you sing me this song again?" I asked my voice coming out tacky and emotional at this point, and for that to happen, it's leaving something of a little miracle in itself.

My voice is coming out sinncere with an emotion that I has always wanted to ignore all this while.

To my brother's credit he nods his head even though he whispers something that sounds vaguely like "Only this one".

The piano drifts sounds into my ears. His voice is like a gurgling stream.