[b]"You play beautifully,"[/b]

Liz tensed at the words resonating from across the room with a sharp gasp, her eyes darting quickly from the keys and widening when she realized there was someone standing there, someone....she had met before inadvertently. Familiar shades of whites and blues began to flow into view, but this time the shape wasn't abstracted by dreary, tear ridden eyes. It was clearer now, or rather He was clearer now, the man with four arms and wings....wings so elegant, so beautiful that they practically glowed with incandescence in such a contrast to the burned and blackened feathers of Liz's own that only glowed when they were engulfed in dark, seething Hellfire. And as customary of the man, his face.....Liz couldn't see it at all through the dark shade of his hood. "I um.....uh...." She stammered jumping to her feet and backing away from the piano. "I was just......thanks..." Finally she managed to choke out of the sudden tinge of nervousness clenching at her throat. She had no idea it was him, Sealameet. She had no idea whatsoever he was standing there the whole time....listening to her play No one ever did care to listen, except maybe Liz's mother, the one who taught her how to play. But then again....Sealameet was there as well when she tried to kill herself....for what might have been the tenth or eleventh time. Hell, she lost count after trying to swallow snake venom, and all that got her was just a really nasty fever....still denied the embrace of death. As far as Liz may be concerned, perchance he was here to marvel at her, Elizabeth....the deathless, suicidal freak. 

Slowly moving towards the Fallen, Liz kept her eyes averted from him and grabbed her messenger bag she left on the floor, Sealameet having stood in the very spot she dropped it earlier, but again she found her eyes moving towards the dark chasm of his hood, the very darkness beyond which she was sure lied a face, just....what kind. "Uhm......" She tried to speak, but as she opened her mouth, not a single word resounded, but stuttered, inaudible sounds. [i]Just don't...... Just walk away.... It's not worth it....[/i] And in that instance of defeat once again, Liz sighed lowering her head to face the floor and giving a short wave of goodbye to Sealameet, gently brushing past the Fallen and back out into the hallway. Strolling quietly, she reached into her hoodie to find her headphones and her pack of cigarettes. She shoved another one in her mouth and lit it while she pushed the buds into her ears again, this time her mp3 falling on a particular [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MZzf6onPeUA]song[/url], the lyrics.....they seemed to speak to her, but most songs she listened to did that.

[i]"Don't turn away
I pray you've heard the words I've spoken

Dare to believe, over one last time, then I let the darkness cover me
Deny everything
Slowly walk away to breathe again
On my own"[/i]