No Room for Love

Eli and Brooklyn were everyone's ideal couple. They didn't have it all, but they had each other... until they didn't.

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They had been doing everything a dating couple would do for three years, but in secret. So when they finally made their relationship official, and started dating publicly, they knew that some people wouldn't accept them.

Elijah James was a tall handsome man with broad shoulders, blond hair, and emerald green eyes. He wasn't extremely muscular, but he had a solid build. He was the type of person that could talk his way into or out of any situation. He was wild and exciting, as well as calculating and meticulous. Everyone - even those that envied him- loved him. He worked for a large marketing firm. His true passion, however, was music. He would give piano and vocal lessons on the side to make a little extra money. That's how he met Brooklyn.

 

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*Five Years Ago*

 

Brooklyn Lamb wrapped a thin royal blue scarf around her neck as she hopped out of her red SUV, and walked the couple of blocks to her favorite cafe, Willow. She knew she should have come straight from work because Fridays were open-mic nights, and there would be no parking spaces near the building - or anywhere else downtown for that matter. It was a cold January evening, and Brooklyn was eager to get inside where it would be warm. The place was crowded as she expected, but there were a few empty tables. Thankfully no one was sitting at her usual table. Taking off her gloves, she weaved through the extra tables that were put out on Fridays to her favorite spot at the back of the cafe where a burnt orange sofa sat against the brick wall behind a small table made of drift wood. She took off her leather jacket, sat her large yellow bag on top of it, pulled out her favorite book and began to read.

 

When Brooklyn was reading, it was like the world around her disappeared. She read through a good chapter when she was suddenly startled by a deep and slightly raspy voice belting out the words to a song she had never heard before. He was sitting at the grand piano on the small stage, and after singing the first verse acapella he began to play as he sang. Oh how he played, and oh how he sang. Brooklyn instantly forgot about her book. She couldn't take her eyes off of him. He sang for about another four minutes before he ended the song, walked off stage, and made his way straight to the men's restroom, which was right past her table. She didn't care to talk to strangers, but she wanted to compliment him for the amazing performance. At that moment - remembering that she hadn't put on any make-up that morning - Brooklyn felt the need to check her appearance. She pulled out her small silver compact mirror and opened it up. As she looked at her reflection - all eyes and hazelnut skin - she decided she had no time to make herself look better so she readjusted her glasses, and pulled at a few stubborn curls. 

 

"Um, excuse me." Brooklyn called when the man came out of the bathroom. He stopped and turned his head to where the voice came from. When Brooklyn waved, he smiled and came over to her table. She had planned to stand up, shake his hand, and give him the compliment, but he sat down across from her before she could get off of the sofa. 

"Boy, was I glad to see it was me you were gesturing to because I don't know a soul in this place! I'm Eli." 

"Brooklyn." she said as she held out her hand for him to shake. Instead he took her hand and turned it over before saying, "Nice to meet you, Brooklyn" and placing a kiss on the back of her hand. 

 

She quickly withdrew her hand and started adjusting her glasses. "Oh, well I just wanted to tell you that I really enjoyed your performance. You play the piano exceptionally well, and your voice... well your voice, it's um... it's amazing. I could listen to you sing all day. And I wish I were able to play the piano. I love the pi-a-no...." Brooklyn's voice trailed off when she realized that she was rambling. That happened when she was nervous. 

"Thank you." Eli let out a small laugh then pointed at the book sitting on the table. "So you like Oscar Wilde?"

Brooklyn's eyes grew wide with excitement. "Yes! I love him! I mean, I can't say that he's my very favorite author, but he is the author of my favorite book! Not many people I know are fans of Oscar Wilde. They generally like the writers of today."

Eli scratched his chin and chuckled a little; mostly to himself. "I don't really know anything about Oscar Wilde, but seeing the way you lit up when I mentioned his name lets me know that I must become acquainted with his works! So you love to read, huh?"

"I'm a librarian. It's all I do."  Brooklyn was feeling a little embarrassed for rambling for the second time tonight. She also began to feel a bit self conscious because of the way he was staring at her.

"You know, I could teach you." He said, a sudden seriousness in his voice.

Confused, Brooklyn said, "Teach me what?"

He reached out and picked one of her hands up off of the table and pulled it towards him so that her arm was now outstretched. He laid her hand in one of his palms, and traced the back of her hand with the index finger of his other hand.

"I could teach you to play piano." He said.  "You have the perfect hands for it."

 

 

 

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