The tune of the piano played in a beautiful melody, it was accompanied by the slow yet saddening tune, you could almost feel the way you two played together. You were sat beside Sunday, who had his hands on top of yours, leading you to the right keys to play. Albeit the gloves on his hands, you felt how warm it was pressed against yours.

You could almost feel his warm breaths fanned against your neck, and the faint scent of his cologne reached to your nostrils. Despite the silence, only the sound of the piano lessened the awkwardness between you two.

This silence, hearing only the melody being played actually felt peace. You followed where his hands would go, pressing against the keys if you felt slight movements of his fingers above yours. Teaching you how to play and how you would familiarize yourself upon hitting the notes of the piano.

"It sounded... sad. Don't you think?" You asked a bit hesitantly, not wanting to disturb the peace. You heard him chuckle softly just close to your ear, it almost sent a shudder ran down from your spine just how close and gentle his voice is.

"It is. But I usually prefer it this way." Sunday answered, "If I can't tell what I feel, I could just let it all out through the melody of the piano."