𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 | 𝐉𝐉𝐊

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 | 𝐄𝐱𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐫

You were restless.

For the moments when you did manage to get a couple of hours of sleep, you'd find yourself waking up not long after—gasping, sweating, and clutching onto your sheets in mere panic.

To be blunt, the sights in your dreams consisted of Andrea's lifeless body behind your eyelids, blood running down her calloused skin and the never-ending sounds of horrid screams.

Tired. That's what you were.

In the early hours, you'd stay up, staring at the dim shapes of your dark room, unable to will yourself to close your eyes again.

This time, however, you found yourself elsewhere.

Your fists clenched as you walked along the empty streets of the city, small streetlights remaining as the only source of illumination trickling of its beams.

You kept your gaze straight ahead of you, not bothering to pay attention to your surroundings. And soon, you were standing upon the entrance of a small vintage building, your heart beating rapidly inside your chest.

Busan Fine Art's Academy. A place filled with memories and moments of pure bliss, to which you believed, was exactly what made you the person you were today.

If not for all the additional hours you had previously spent here in the past, you would've been nothing but a mere somebody with dreams beyond your reach. That's not to say you weren't already going down that path.

Nevertheless, you shrugged your thoughts aside and took a swift glance at the time on your phone. '3:16 am', it read.

Looking back up at the building, you squinted your eyes towards the large window to the fore of you, noticing a faint light coming from one of the rooms inside.

Knowing immediately who it was, you reached for your back pocket and pulled out a key, raising your hand forward to unlock the front door.

Once you were inside, the first thing that reached your ears were the beautiful sounds and soft symphonies of the piano.

Now, you were confident you knew exactly who that was.

You began striding down the hallway and towards the one room where the light had shone so brightly through the small crevice from underneath it.

Then, you take a deep breath and put your hands against the door, feeling the smooth wood against your skin.

You pushed it open slightly, just enough for you to see the small room that lied before you, clean and welcoming. A few candles were lit up, covering the floor with illumination like a silver cloth.

Unsure of how long your body felt immobile for, you quietly walked inside, stepping in time to the music that blessed your ears as you closed your eyes.

A waltz. You could practically see yourself dancing along with the song, through an old ballroom that unvield such elegance. And in your imagination, that was exactly what you did.

When you opened your eyes, however, you were greeted by the sight of an old woman sitting there on her velvety piano bench, her back facing you.

You leaned against the doorway, a small smile plastered on your lips as you watched, fully absorbed by her playing.

Strangely enough though, it seemed that she hadn't noticed you coming in, being that she didn't stop playing.