The phantom tunes of a piano bounced off the walls of the school's corridor. At 7 in the morning, I hadn't expected anyone to be at school since classes didn't start for another hour or two. Confused, I continued down the hallway, the music getting louder and louder with each step I take.

Beautiful music was all I could hear. Not even the tolling of the bells on the other side of the campus would break me out of the spell I had been placed under. I inched closer and closer to the source of such beautiful music. I assumed I was almost at the doorstep of it.

But, before I could take a step further, the music came to an abrupt halt. A bit of hope fluttered in the form of butterflies in the pit of my stomach. I was hoping the music could start again so I could find out who it was.

As if some god was listening to my desires, the music started again, a more sorrowful tune playing. All I could do was listen and follow the tune as if I was hypnotized by it. As I moved closer and closer to the source, I began to think of what the music filled me with.

A sense of guilt and misunderstanding stood out as I scanned the many emotions I could sense from the keys being played. Upon arriving at the source of the music. I slid open the door to find that my attempt to find the player was worth it. My breath hitched in my throat in an instant. 

It was something I never experienced before because there wasn't anyone in the school who enthralled me as much as the player did.

"I can't keep doing this." With that, he stopped playing his music and turned to find me standing at the door.

"You - What are you doing here?" He asked me, baffled at the idea of someone arriving a couple of hours before classes started.

I stood there in the entrance to the school's Music Room, stunned at the beauty of the player. The one that stood by the piano before me was more attractive than I would like to admit, but the only part of him that seemed to hold my attention the most were his eyes.

They entranced me to the point where I couldn't look away from them. His appearance was alluring and pulled me in without much of a fight.

"Uh..." I struggled to find the right words to say to him until the next best thing came to mind. "I'm new here and I was wondering where the Admin Office is."

Truth be told, I only wanted to listen to him play all day long and I had been attending the school for a couple of years. Of course, I wouldn't say that to him. It would be a weird first impression and I wasn't one to blunt about things such as that.

"I'll take you there," He said, reaching onto the piano for a book. "Sheryl should be at the front desk right now."

"Wait, what's your name?" The question left me before I could register it for even a moment.

The question seemed to stun him for a moment, which didn't surprise me. Not many people would be so nice which only made me want to get closer to him for no reason.

"Call me Theodore for now," He spoke in earnest, causing a smile to tug at my lips. "What about yours?"

Theodore. The name sank into my mind. I would always remember that name for as long as I live, but I found it to be an impossible task since everyone appeared to be the same in my eyes.

"Cyrus Roman."

"Alright, Cyrus. Let's go to the office before anyone else does," He spoke up, walking ahead of me since he was leading the way.

A dozen questions crossed my mind about Theodore. I found it strange that someone at the school would be so kind even though we knew nothing about each other. After everything I learned about the students at the school, I expected him to be as cold as the others were.

However, I wasn't willing to listen to the words of caution going through my head yet. I wanted to see how he behaved compared to the rest of the school before I decided whether or not I would be the true twisted person I was at heart.

"Cyrus?"

My eyes flutter open to be greeted by the concerned gaze of my caretaker, holding a tray with a few items on it. I don't care for what he holds in his hands and whether or not it is for me. The thought of being taken care of by my therapist hangs over my head as I hold onto the sheets covering me.

"I know you're awake."

A weak smile crosses my features for a moment before I sit up in bed, with his help of course.

"So, what's that?" I ask him the only question on my mind, wiping my tear-stained cheeks.

"Medicine, some water and a bowl of chicken soup," He informs me, placing the tray of items in front of me.

The steam from the bowl of soup rises before my eyes, almost welcoming me to take a sniff of its enticing scent. I reach for the spoon sitting beside the bowl. My finger grazes it for a mere moment before its cold surface sends chills through my body, resulting in me wincing for a moment.

Regardless of the cold along the surface of the spoon, I pick it up and begin eating the soup. Its warm and savory flavor fills my taste buds as I savor it for as long as I can.

"You've been out for a while now. Don't you have work to get done?" He questions as though he wants to get to know me.

"I'm on vacation," I tell him, shooting him a smile before taking another spoonful of the soup.

"Of course you are," He remarks, earning a chuckle from me.

As much as I enjoy having small talk like this with people, it gets old after some time whether or not it's the way things are supposed to go. Then again, things never go as planned whether or not I want to admit it.

"You must be enjoying this. Having him take care of you like this, that is," He retorts, his arms folding across his chest as a sign of his sass, as usual.

"He's probably doing this because he doesn't want me to die," I tell him and myself, hoping I can convince myself that I'm not interested in him.