UNEDITED
"I tell my piano the things I used to tell you."
-Frederick Chopin.
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22nd December, 2015.
London bridge hospital, London, England.
Third person's POV
A girl was rushed into the hospital by paramedics at 11 am in the morning, with someone who appeared to be her brother by her side.
Her kidney had failed unexpectedly a few days before the designated surgery and now she was in critical condition.
Tyler Walter couldn't stop worrying as he saw his sister disappear into the room. It was sudden and unexpected, but he was here, ready to do whatever it would take to save her life as he entered the room.
21st December, 2015.
Warsaw, Poland.
A young pianist was minutes away from entering the stage. It had taken a lot for him to come this far, yet the reason he did was no longer by his side. He took the stage, but his heart wasn't in his craft as it usually was. The calm, gentle playing was no longer present, in its place was cold and calculative tunes. The tempo was fast and rapid, and it left the witnesses speechless. The pianist followed the score so carefully, as if he had known it every day of his life. He put his all in the play; the anguish, sorrow, betrayal
When he had finally finished, it was clear who the winner was.
It was announced to the world, that Alan leuwenhook had marked his return to the world of music.
He didn't seem to feel happy at all as the countless hands applauded his performance. Unknowingly, his eyes searched the area for the familiar figure, even though he knew she wouldn't be here anymore.
The first prize winners concert was tommorow, and he had to get prepared for it.
He touched the piano and sighed.
He had never felt so empty.
22nd December, 2015.
Warsaw, Poland.
12 30 pm.
Alan Leuwenhook's POV.
For the longest time, I stayed away from the piano. As if I were punishing myself for the fact that I couldn't play it without my fingers trembling. Without thinking of Henry. And standing on the other side of the railing with the well devised plan, I never felt so small. At least gran would have the insurance money. It was the least I could do for her, when she had done so much for me, for us. Henry was no longer here and without him and the piano, I couldn't stay either. It was just too much. The pain was unbearable.
I took one hand off the railing and mumbled an apology into the air. Just as I was about to jump and put my plan into action, a voice pierced through the still air.
"Hey, you!"
I turned around and bewildered, lost my balance. To my surprise, a girl was holding me up to keep me from falling.
Why is she doing so much for a stranger? What a wierd girl.
When I was safely on the other side, I mockingly told a lie, which she believed.
"If I had jumped earlier, what were you going to do?" I asked the stranger. "Jump after me?"
Of course she wouldn't. Why am I asking her that? That would be a double suicide. She must think I'm wierd.
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