TOMORROW

She sat at the grand piano bench and stared at the keys. Black and white. Light and dark. Strength and weakness. Right and wrong. Death and life. Sharp and flat. High and low. Tone and semitone. Step and half-step. Up and down. Yesterday and today.

Tomorrow.

She stared at the keys. The keyboard seemed to define her life. Every keyboard seemed to define her life. The QWERTY keyboard, the traditional phone keypad, the 60-keys, the password keyboard of the vault. Pain coursed through her heart. Oh! The password keyboard of the vault.

Tomorrow.

She sighed. She remembered the first time she saw him. She never knew her heart could beat so fast. Her voice seemed to have suddenly muted. Her knees, as weak as a pair of paper straws, threatened to give way. She willed her voice to speak, but all she heard was a distant mumble that seemed to come from another planet. Like the the tears she couldn’t believe were still streaming from her eyes. Like the rumble from the thunder that would accompany the lightning when it would strike.

Tomorrow.

She had had it all perfectly planned out. They were going to run away together into the sunset, or sunrise, depending on the time. She really loved him. And she gave him everything. Everything. But at the last minute, he did the same thing every single one of those animals before him did. He bailed. He had no idea what was about to befall him. He had no idea what kind of beast this beautiful temple of hers held. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned? She scoffed. Hell hath no devil like this woman scorned. He was going to get what was coming to him.

Tomorrow.

She closed her eyes tightly, as if to block out every memory of him from her mind. Right now she didn’t care. Right now there was only strength. Right now there was only darkness. Right now there was only black. Right now all she needed was her music. Right now there was only death. Right now there was only sharp. Or flat, depending on where you stood. Right now, wrong was right, and rightly wrong. Right now there was only here. Right now there was only now. No tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

She assumed the posture her mother had taught her. Hands on the keys, she began to play. Steadily. And then the memories came rushing back, flooding her mind in torrents, mixing with the tears running down her high cheekbones. As the emotions flowed freely, the memories became demons, chasing her down memory lane. She began to play faster, frantically pushing the music into a frenzied mess beyond the limits of what it had been intended to be. She hated herself for what she had become. She hated him for what he had made her become. He was to blame for this frenzied mess she had now become. He had pushed her beyond her limits. But it was all going to come to an end.

Tomorrow.

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