Clean Romances discussion

When a pianist and a violinist fall in love...

Magic happens.

Music isn't just about the notes.

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Excerpt:
"What am I to you?"

Dominik’s mouth went slack. His brows furrowed as he thought, and I could see the wheels turning behind his eyes. He could only respond with, “What?”

A sigh clawed its way out of my throat as I gestured toward the piano, “We kiss, we talk, but it all started because of the music. Well, when the performance is over and the semester comes to an end, what then? Will you go back to Germany? Will you still talk to me? I want to know - no, I need to know. What am I to you?”

It all spilled out of me before I could filter it. All of my insecurities and questions were now out in the open, and as it came forth, with every new question, Dominik’s face gradually went from surprise to a crumpled look of indifference. It was disappointing. I had at least hoped for compassion, but once I had finished, the indifference and silence wasn’t hopeful. My heart lurched in my chest as I waited, but I refused to say anything else. I had to know what he was feeling before I could speak, otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to keep it together.

Unfortunately, his response was no help. He stated, plain and monotone, “I always planned on going back to Germany.”

That was it. That was the last thing he said to me. My heart felt as if it had fallen to my feet and rooted me to the floor. I froze and couldn’t bring myself to move. My brain no longer functioned and neither did my body. I had never felt so numb before in my life. Dominik wasn’t the least bit affected though, and he didn’t act as if he noticed my distress. Either that or he didn’t care. I guessed the latter of the two. He left me where I stood, picked up the music from the stand and put it back in place, moved all the equipment back to the storage area, then simply left. No good-bye, no words, he was just gone.

Alone, I repeated his final words out loud, “I always planned on going back to Germany.”

Something about it was so final, such a painful good-bye. I’d never felt so hopeless before in my entire life.