Sophia: Prologue Part One
The ivory keys easily gave way underneath her fingertips as her hands gracefully moved from one end to the other. The sound it produced was a perfectly fine echo of her pained heart, each note another chord that struck and reverberated through her chest. Only twenty years of age and the girl felt as if she had lived an entire lifetime, and in a way, it was true. As her kind eyes gently shut, her notes were held longer, and the sound became quieter. Soft, plump lips pursed together, and her dark brows ever so slightly drew in to form a faint crease between them. With her heart pounding and her stomach clenching tight, she felt herself on the verge of breaking.
