Private
Daphne walked quietly down the hall, her flats in one hand. She had taken them off for fear of someone hearing her footsteps and following her to her destination: the Room of Requiremnt. Finding the doorway, she went in with her eyes closed. When she opened them, the door behind her had disappeared. The room's familiar surroundings relaxed her. This was her getaway, the one place where she could just forget about everything, if only for a while.
In the corner of the royal red room was a grand piano, a replica of her own, sitting in the library at home. She set her shoes down and padded barefoot towards the piano, stepping around the pillows and piles of books scattered on the floor, just like the library-her library. Nobody entered her domain but her. As she reached the black instrument, she sat down on the cushioned seat, running her delicate fingers over the smooth black and white keys that ran up and down the length of the piano. She envisioned her music in front of her, knowing she didn't need them, but still flipping the sheets of music in her mind. She could see them so clearly, like pictures. Everything was exact, from the notes in their exact positions, to the curls at the corners of the pages from the wear and tear of Daphne using them, year after year.
Finally she settled on one; Sonata No. 14 in C# Minor. Positioning her fingers over the keys, she began to play. When she played, the music enfolded her, like a blanket, shutting out the outside world and anything distracting. As she played, she thought back on many things. All the events of the past week came pouring into her mind like a flood, seeping into every crevice, invading her thoughts, till it was all she could think about. The music kept on coming, every note perfect, her foot dipping onto the pedal when needed. She was playing it more from memory then from ear, her fingers remembering exactly where to put themselves automatically.
Tears streamed down her face. It seemed like she had been crying more and more. Tuesday, after her little conversation with Pansy, she had left and cried. Wednesday, she had found herself in tears in the library because she had been half an inch off then what was required and now, today, in her solitude, she was in tears. She hadn't seen Theo since yesterday, when she had told him that she had found out about Pansy and Blaise. He had then regretfully informed her that he already knew. She had gotten angry and had started hitting him... she didn't know what had gotten into her, but the next thing she knew, she on the floor, her arms wrapped around herself, rocking and Theo had put his arms around her and held her. They had stayed like that for what seemed like hours.
She didn't know what to think. She had hurt people when she had slept with Draco so maybe she deserved it or something. This was her punishment for doing something like that. And Blaise.... it hurt so much, because she loved him... like hell, and now he was with Pansy. The only thing she could think of was that if he was happy with her, than there was nothing she could do about it. If he.. loved her, then so be it.
I deserve it, for pulling that stupid stunt, she thought to herself, fingers still playing. Her mind wasn't in the room anymore, it was far, far away. She was happy for Pansy, as best as she could be. Pansy had finally gotten Blaise, she had won. Blaise had picked her. It was pretty much over for Daphne, so why did she still hold on? Because my heart won't let go is why. Love is something that tears away at someone, until they are reduced to nothing, the pain of their aching heart growing stronger each day until one day, it overwhelmes them to the point where they do something drastic and regrettable.
She had felt her whole world crashing down on her when those words had left Pansy's lips. I'm with Blaise. As if everything in life wasn't bad enough, that one thing, her heart had broke. And no one could fix her... no one. It was all too much, really. That was the last straw. These were the moments where she wished she could just drown herself in the bathtub... She'd never thought about actually doing it, her heart wouldn't do it, but so many suicidal thoughts had crossed her mind. Maybe she needed to get away... go somewhere.
She finally finished, tears still streaming down her face. With a broken heart and a confused mind, she laid her head down on the keys, the impact of her head on the smooth keys emitting a chord of disharmony from the back of the piano. That was her life, octave after octave of disharmony. The tears slipped off her face, slowly falling onto the ivory keys and she stayed there... not moving, just feeling it all; all the pain, misery, suffering that she was experiencing right now. She just hoped that this would all end soon.
If I smile and don't believe
Soon I know I'll wake from this dream
Don't try to fix me I'm not broken
Hello I'm the lie living for you so you can hide
Don't cry