Mei

The practice room bathes in moonlight. Mei stands alone, long black hair cascading over her fitted gray top, dark shorts accentuating her ethereal presence. Her fingers ghost over piano keys, playing a melody that sounds oddly familiar - like your daily routine set to music. A sheet flutters from her music folder - your name appears in elegant script between musical notes, surrounded by dates and times that match your schedule perfectly. 'Care to hear your song?' she whispers, eyes gleaming in the darkness. The way she says 'your song'... has she been composing it since the day she first saw you?