When he came

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(Recommendation: open YouTube in another device and search "dark academia music reading" and read. I swear it hits different)

It was just another boring day, You look out the window and see the clouds turn grey. The clouds shed tears and the wind whistled. It was a chilly day and yet you still felt somewhat warm. It had been years since you started living in the dorms without your parents.

It was now a normal routine for you to feel alone and isolated in the school property. Sure you had friends but all of them had parents who cared about them and that's what you envied about them.

It was very embarrassing to the fact that you never once stepped out of school property ever since your parents brought you here when you were 5. It was the first day of school after a whole month of winter break. Everyone had gone home so you were pretty much alone in a huge old fashioned school with nowhere to go to.

You had a picture of your parents just so you wouldn't forget how they looked like even though they had forgotten your existence. You close the last page of the book and stand up to return the book to it's original place.

You were just pushing the book in between the other thousands of wonderful stories when you hear a piano through the grand walls of the isolated school

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You were just pushing the book in between the other thousands of wonderful stories when you hear a piano through the grand walls of the isolated school.

"but...I thought everyone had gone home...." You whisper to yourself. Even If anyone had returned, why would they play a piano at 5 in the morning. Even though you were a little hesitant the beautiful melody of the song pulled you in.

It seemed familiar even though you swore you had never listened to a song like that before. You follow the melody, it was where your heart took you. You couldn't deny the nostalgic effect it gave you.

Running through the empty schools with your shoes creating loud tapping sounds. You found yourself in front of the piano room. You saw a shadow inside, so beautiful...so eye-catching...playing inside. It felt like you wanted to hug the person till all their pain washed away.

"Will you leave me?"

"Not even after death."

You shake your head.

"Wh...What was that?" You say a bit too loud, the melody stopped and you realized what you had done. You open the door as fast as you can to see the curtains flying and the window opened.

Someone was there... You think as you walk towards the piano seat and touch the piano. You look up to see the window again. The rain had stopped and you could hear some kids heading over.

"what time is" You ask yourself and look at your old watch.

"6:05"

"No wonder.."

You turn your back on the piano after examining it one last time.

Odd....You thought to yourself again.

You walk out of the room and close the door softly. Slowly walking towards your class with your head full of questions.

There you sit down on one of the class seats, waiting for the class to soon be full with kids bragging about their winter breaks. You never fit in with anyone but of course bullying isn't allowed. So some were even forced to be your friend by teachers just so you didn't feel alone.

But in fact....You were always alone. So alone...It felt cold that no one was going to be there for you no matter how much you earn or lose. Some have parents, grandparents, foster parents, aunts, uncles. You had never met any of these people. You didn't even know their names or what they looked like.

Even though you were almost 18 you didn't have a phone. Your parents had given you a watch when you were just 5, they told you to keep it and never lose it. After that, they completely stopped all contact with you.

Lost in thoughts you forgot some students had entered and were making noise.

You look at your watch and pet it, tears fall as you looked up to the grey sky again. It started raining again. It wasn't easy growing up with 0 affection, without care, without a childhood to look back to. No..nothing at all. Just...nothing. All blank.

You hear some heels ticking heading towards the classroom indicating your teacher had come. You look around the class to see it was full, and everyone was back. You kind of missed being alone and lost in your thoughts but oh well. You were going to shift your attention to the teacher when something at the other end of the classroom caught your eye.

"Who...Who is that..?" you whisper to yourself again.

He looked so familiar, SO familiar. Your arms suddenly started craving him. You didn't know why, you never felt this before.

White hair, blue eyes, cream skin, pink lips, smooth skin, soft and fluffy hair.

Then it fell down, your tears.

"why am I crying" You say returning back to your emotionless state.

The teacher lays her arms down on the desk showing everyone she was mad so they would stop making noises. It was honestly so annoying, you already had a headache. Soon, everyone settled down and she continued.

"Hi students! I'm a little mad at how we started the day but I'm sure everyone had an amazing break, did you?"

Soon the class was in chaos, some screaming yes and bragging about how their holiday went, some screaming no and fake crying about how their parents didn't buy them things.

"Okay! Okay! now settle down! We have a new student here, I'm sure you all want to get to know him?"

It looked like honestly not many were interested but you were. It was the first time you ever showed interest in any thing.

He looked uninterested as he stood up.

"........"

"well?"

"........What do I say...?'

"Your name, where you're from, how old you are , your hob-"

"I'm 18. Korean-"

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"Will you leave me?"

"Not even after death"

"TA**H**U** NO! LEAVE HIMMMM PLEASE"

"I told you...I would never stop loving you, even after death."

"PLEASE TAKE ME INSTEAD! PLEASE STOP"

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"STOPP!!" You scream and suddenly felt a huge headache as your grabbed the roots of your hair. You suddenly felt dizzy as you felt yourself falling down and your teacher running towards you.

gone.

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hiiii I thought of starting a story hopefully you all find my imagination creative and somewhat interesting??? If that's possible...Haha lol happy new year everyone I wish you a wonderful year ahead although I am a but late.

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