Page 40 of The Sins of Noelle


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Eyes closed, she let her hand move over the sheet of paper, the notes flowing out of her just as the image in front of her evolved, showing her different facets oflove—of having someone so thoroughly hers there was no more right or wrong, justbeing.

And if there was no more right or wrong, no more black and white, someone could finally embrace her for who she was—accept her as she'd accept him in return.

Longing more powerful than the reflex of breathing oozed out of her pencil, black lines taking shape and contouring a story through soulful notes.

Noelle stopped thinking as she gave herself over to sensation and something that unfurled deep within her.

She didn't know how much time passed before she finally awoke from her reverie to find pages upon pages covered in a succession of notes. And before she could lose her impetus, she placed them in front of the piano, her fingers fitted to the keys as she felt for their familiarity.

Her gaze fixed to the sheet of paper, she began playing.

What started as a sensuous melody soon gave way to a richness of sound better fitted for an organ than a regular piano. Her fingers met the keys with such vigor, the sound emanating from the instrument was equally as energetic.

It was a tale of two souls. Of two tendrils ofbeing—two sources of energy as intertwined as finely as the most expensive silk. And what started with a juxtaposition of black and white, of low and high notes, soon led to the blending of the two shades into one, mixing so thoroughly with one another there was no way to trace their origins anymore.

Two became one. One became theonlyone.

Yet as the melody came to an end, Noelle's eyes snapping open, her breathing harsh, she realized it did not have an end.

There was something missing.

She blinked, her mind whirling with befuddlement. As it often happened when she gave herself to the throes of music, she lost control of herself. Or, better said, she made contact with a part deep within her that was no longer ruled by reason—just feeling. There was a frenzy to her emotions as they oozed onto the paper before being unleashed into the world, dispersing into the air and penetrating every surface in their advance.

There was such madness to the way she gave herself to the music that she could not control nor foresee its course. Yet never before had she stopped right before the denouement.

The piece was powerful, evocative—a true heart-wrenching sound. But it was incomplete.

Noelle took a deep breath, her brows drawn up in confusion as she tried to understand where she'd gone wrong. Never before had it happened to her to compose an unfinished piece.

For a moment, she couldn't move.

She stared at her composition, letting the rational part of her brain take over and make sense of what she'd jotted down—trying in any way to find a solution to the end. Yet the more she focused on it, the more frustrated she became when the problem grew in magnitude.

She couldn't do it.

She couldn't find an end.

Her heart drummed in her chest, her ears closing in at the extreme sensation of failure that enveloped her.

She couldn't do it…

Suddenly, she stood up, moving around the room in an effort to relax her mind. When that didn't work, she stuck her head out the window, inhaling the fresh air in an attempt to calm herself and her rapidly increasing pulse.

From the moment she'd learned how to play the piano, she'd been one with the instrument—one with the music.

Nothing had been out of bounds for her, and her affinity for the instrument had made her special.

Where she wasoddand people disliked her, she was also special, and though people still didn't necessarily like her, they enjoyed the sound of her music.

Up until that point, Noelle hadneverhit a wall in her musical endeavors.

She'd been a disappointment to everyone around her, but she'd never disappointed herself.

Until now…

"What the hell…" she whispered, panic swelling in her chest.

She returned to the piece, reading through the notes again. She did it again and again until she could close her eyes and visualize the entire piece.

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