As much as that picture was my grandpa, this picture is me. 

Do you feel like they picked this model in part because of her nose? I mean doooon’t get me wrong, she’s beautiful, gorgeous, fabulous, more than I’ll ever be probably. But her nose does invoke images of birds… Or I’m crazy. It’s the parrots. They’re getting to me. 

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I saw this and fell in love. Tiffany Do. I love your lookbook pictures. 

I felt when I read this: “A Candle in the Wind…”

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                Hayden slowly opened his eyes, shielding them from the morning sun that was shining through his bedroom windows. Still half asleep, he pulled the covers from his body and shivered because of the wind blowing through his open windows. He rolled out of bed, pulled some sweat pants on, and picked up his everyday, gray sweatshirt off the floor. He sauntered towards his windows and closed them, making sure not to make too much noise shutting them. Afterwards, he made his way to his bedroom door. He opened the door just wide enough so he could slip through. He was a fairly thin boy, so he did not have to open the door much. Hayden crept down the stairs to find himself in an all-too-familiar spot. His piano. It was his and no one else’s. Just his.

                Hayden opened all the windows around the piano, letting in a good amount of wind. Before sitting down, he pulled out a candle and some matches from the piano bench. He lit the candle and whispered the words “this one’s for you Vera…” Vera was his girlfriend. The only problem between them was distance. He lived in Michigan; she lived in Spain. Because of the distance, he woke up early every morning to play piano for her before she fell asleep at night. In turn, she also lit a candle and set it next to her bed as she lay down listening to Hayden’s music through her heart. Finally, he sat down at his piano. His heart finally showed. He touched the keys and his fingers moved across them flawlessly. His tempo moved at the perfect pace. He transitioned impeccably between major and minor. His heart was being poured out through his fingers. As his fingers flowed across the keys, the wind was blowing through the windows. There was a lot of wind, but it was graceful not terrorizing. The wind blew away every single sheet of music from the piano. Hayden did not care. He did not need the music. It was all from the heart. He played until the candle was blown out by the wind. On some days, it was very quick, yet still as meaningful; on others, it lasted hours, but he did not care. It was all for Vera.

                Every single morning, he wakes up to play his heart out for her. He hopes that nobody else hears the music because that would ruin the magic of it. He wanted the music to be just between him and Vera. Well, them and all the cars that passed by on the street behind his house. But little did Hayden know that every morning he woke up to play, someone woke up to listen. Her name was Grace. She lived next door to Hayden ever since they were babies. They had always been close friends; but Grace had always had more feelings for Hayden than he had for her. Every morning, Grace would wake up as early as he did and opened her windows. Her room was facing Hayden’s piano room, so she could hear the music perfectly. She admired the way that he put his heart out there every single time. But, she knew that he was playing with Vera in mind: not her. She always wanted it to be about Hayden and Grace; but it never was.

                Today was no different from any other: except for the fact that there was a dance later that night at school. Hayden really wanted to go with Vera, but there was no way that she could make it in time. Instead, he decided to go alone. In her mind, Grace imagined going with him. But, she knew that that would never become a possibility. The whole day, both of them were preparing for the dance. Hayden went to pick up his dry cleaning that included his suit and got his hair cut: well, rather, trimmed. Grace was debating which hairstyle she wanted to wear as well as deciding which dress and accessories to wear.

                Hayden was just about to leave his house to meet up with some friends, when he got a call from Vera. She spoke with a very angry tone. Apparently, word got back to her that Hayden had been cheating on her with Grace. He sat down on his piano bench, trying to sort things out. He tried to convince her that it was not true; but, she was not buying it. After almost half an hour of arguing, Vera was sick of it and just ended it with Hayden. He was crushed. Shocked, he just sat at his piano. Not moving an inch, not even to reach for the keys. Finally, he moved; he was so angry he picked up a stack of his sheet music and threw it across the room. The papers were scattered all across the floor. Afterwards, he just sat there. Once again. Not moving.

Grace stepped out from her closet with an elegant dress with white accents. And her hair pulled into a tight bun. She looked semi-reminiscent of Belle from The Beauty and the Beast. She was dressed like a princess; but, not a real one. She was just a pretty girl wearing a beautiful dress, hoping that a boy would actually see her. Grace moved in front of the ornate, gold mirror that is placed in front of her bed. She slowly began to replay the song that Hayden played early that morning, as he always did. With the music playing in her mind, all she could think of was Hayden. His icy blue eyes and his gray sweatshirt. The way he walked and smiled. But the thing she was reminded of most was the way he played piano so passionately. She wished that he played that way with her in mind… But she knew that all that he thought about was his girlfriend, Vera.  Curious to see if Hayden was still home, she went to her window. Sure enough, there he was: picking up music off the floor. She figured it was because the wind blew it away. Unaware of what just happened, she moved back to the mirror. Grace stood there making some last minute adjustments to her hair and dress. Then she imagined Hayden with his arm wrapped around her waist.

She suddenly found herself standing outside of a large building. Luminous lights were beaming out of the windows. Trying to figure out where she was, she looked around to see nothing but darkness and a cloud of mist at her feet. The curiosity was building up inside of her; she had to know what was inside of the building. She pushed through the large wooden doors only to find all eyes on her. She was a girl wearing a yellow dress with white accents in a sea of black. Everyone inside was dressed in fancy, black dresses and tuxedos. She looked around at all the faces searching for Hayden, but could not recognize a single one of them because they were all wearing masquerade masks.  She stood in the entrance of the room that was completely white. The only things that Grace could see were the people in front of her and a piano sitting in the corner. On either side of the piano, there were windows that were open. She felt a cool breeze blow through the windows sending shivers down her back. Another set of shivers made their way down her back when she noticed that the music she was imagining in her mind was now being played by the pianist. Grace did not know, but Hayden was the one sitting at the piano. Then, she locked eyes with Hayden. His heart rate shot up by seeing how beautiful Grace looked in her yellow dress with white accents. She looked even more amazing in the crowd of black. At that moment, the music began to speed up to match his racing heartbeat. The music gradually increased its speed. Then, all of a sudden, she felt a hand grab onto hers, pulling her into the middle of the crowd of blackness. Now, she was dancing with someone that she did not know, or at least that is what she thought. While dancing with the stranger, she continued to look around the room to try and find Hayden. Then, the lights went out and the music came to an abrupt stop. She felt someone pulling her away from the crowd. Frightened, she was grasping out, trying to grab a hold of someone. She tried to scream out to someone, but the only thing that left her mouth was dying sounds of words that failed to roll off of her tongue.

Grace stopped moving and her arms were up as if she was going to dance again. Then, the music started up again at its rapid, yet elegant, pace and the lights were lit again. She began moving this time, but not frantically, elegantly. She was dancing with another man now. But she recognized the feel of his hands, the way he moved. His smile, his breath, but most of all, the music that they were dancing to. She knew who it was this time. It was Hayden. The crowd of people had now blended together forming a background of blackness. They did not matter anymore. It was just Grace and Hayden. The music was now racing; it was too fast for Grace to handle. She grasped onto his hands even tighter. He did the same and pulled her in even closer; they began moving in even more sync. Once again, the music came to an abrupt stop. They held their poses; one of their arms was up in the air, and their other arm was wrapped around each other. Another shiver was sent down her spine as a gust of wind blew through the window. Then, she looked up. Hayden was being blown away with the wind. Like dust. In an instant, he was gone. Grace fell to her knees and then just sat there in the middle of the spotlight as the cloud of mist and the crowd of blackness closed in on her.  

Grace then felt this suffocating sensation. Gasping for air, she was brought back to reality. Grace found herself sitting on the floor in front of the ornate, gold mirror that sat in front of her bed. She stood up and tried to imagine Hayden’s music. Sadly, she couldn’t. All of a sudden, she heard music coming through her window. It was Hayden. He sat at his piano with the windows open and a candle lit beside him as he always did. But this time, there was something different about the music. It was neither slow nor fast. Neither major nor minor. It was just music. There was no feeling to it. Grace could hear that Hayden was not playing his heart. He was simply playing the piano. He just stopped playing. Looked out the window, picked up the candle, and blew it out. Finally, after standing at the window for a few minutes, he looked up at Grace. He turned around and walked away. She turned around as well. The night wind was blowing through the window. All she could see and hear was Hayden’s sheet music being blown off of the piano and landing on the floor.

The next morning, Grace went up to look to see if Hayden was getting ready to play. But the sheet music was still scattered across the floor. And there was no candle lit. There was no music being played. There was no Hayden…

(Source: blahkrystian)