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Twenty Two

BRETT'S POV

Today's the day, the Menuhin competition. The first competition without Y/N in the audience. I don't know if I can get through this. My world is in black and white again, I can't feel anything either; just like before.

I shook my head and warm myself up, my hands are getting cold. I take a grip of my case and walked towards the concert hall and took a deep breath. I enter the concert hall filled with people and musicians inside.

It felt kinda good to be back, I miss this feeling, "Hey." I turned my head over my shoulder and saw Eddy smiling at me, "Eddy, it's been so long!" Mom intervened and gave Eddy a hug, did she just hug a piece of shit?

"Brett, give me your case, go have a chat with Eddy for a while before the competition starts." Mom left us alone in the middle of the lobby as I sighed in frustration, as I'm left alone with this guy.

"Where's your precious Y/N?" He broke the silence and asked, "Why would you want to know? How about you mind your own business?" I replied and tried to stay calm, "Woah there, I was just asking. I'm sorry."

He let out a sarcastic chuckle and cleared his throat, "You know, I want this conversation to be private, why don't we continue to talk outside?" Eddy insisted as I nod. We went to the same place where I punched the life out of him.

I scoffed and chuckled as I look at Eddy in the eyes with anger and hatred, "You're annoying, aren't you?" I crossed my arms and furrowed my eyebrows, God, I can't wait to end this pointless conversation. "If this is about me and Y/N, she's not coming today. There, I answered your stupid question." My lips quivered.

Eddy smiled as he laughed, "Look Brett, I'm no psychic but..." He walked towards me and paused for a while, "I'm guessing," Eddy started to speak as I take a big gulp, "You broke up with her." He smiled, shaking his head. My heart started beating faster, my sweat is now dripping from my forehead.

I grasped his suit, my hands shaking from anger, tears now falling down to my cheeks, "Don't you dare hurt her, you prick." My voice cracked, not breaking eye contact. "Brett. I won't." Eddy spoke calmly; my hands are now shaking rapidly from grasping his suit as tight as I can.

"Or will I—" I let go of him, giving him a punch on his lip again. You deserve it. I never felt so angry yet so sad before. Knowing that my bestfriend is now my worst enemy, my worst nightmare, my worst monster. "Back with the punches, eh?" He slowly get up from the pavement, wiping off the blood on his upper lip.

Eddy didn't react anything except laugh about it, "You're funny. Thinking that a second punch will change something." He said as he took out a clean handkerchief from his pocket, "No matter how hard you try, your colors will never come back. First your brother, and now, Y/N." He smirked.

"Brett, Eddy—what happened to your lip, Eddy?" I hear my mom's voice from behind, "It's nothing Mrs. Yang. I ran into a pole." He scratched his head and smiled, "Clumsy as always. Come on now, it'll be starting soon." I stayed silent and went back to the lobby, patiently waiting for the competition to start.

I walked down to the backstage, seeing other competitors practicing and panicking, some are pretty calm about it and some are just sitting in silence while they wait for their turn. I sit alone at the bench and sighed. What's the point in performing? Nothing matters anymore.

I spent hours staring at the wall and practicing as I hear someone call my name, "You're up next." I nodded and inhaled deeply. Completely black and white. Not a single color other than black and white, to be found. I hear the audiences' applause, knowing that I'll be the next competitor to perform.

I casually walked on stage, people are snickering and murmuring in their seats about me. I don't care anymore. After this, I'm going home. Just like before, disappear and stop playing the violin. I want this to end as soon as possible.

It's been so long since I've stood under these big and bright spotlights. I look at the audience, seeing my parents, Olaf and his daughter while Eddy and his parents are in front row, staring and judging every move I make. Forget it, let's get this over with.

I tuned my violin and shared eye contact with my accompanist. Tchaikovsky. One of my favorites. I tried to focus on my playing but I just can't. I looked back at the audience only seeing Eddy in his seat, his distracting voices scatter through my head. Get off me!

I hear the audience gasp, realizing that my playing caught them off guard. Angry. Very angry. Black and red is all I see now. I try to calm down but everytime I see him at the corner of my eye, I get angrier. You ruined me, you are the worst, you are a MONSTER! My sweat is now dripping to my violin and onto the floor.

I want to cry out my anger, cry out my burden, my pain. It's all coming back to me now. My forgotten past is now back planted through my brain. I don't think it'll go away. I look at my parents, their eyes telling me to keep going. I don't think I can, mom and dad. It's all coming back to me now.

I closed my eyes for a moment and whimpered, I never thought I'm losing my colors again.

You're wrong.

A small muffled voice whispered in my ear. I gently open my eyes, noticing something different. Everything is filled with colors; very colorful and vibrant. But who? What made me bring back my hue? Who brought back my colors?

I'm so scared to look back at the audience again. I see Olaf and his daughter telling me to keep going, my parents smiling from their seats. I don't understand. Why are my colors back again? Still the same faces in the audience. I panned to the entrance of the concert hall as my colors went much more vibrant and colorful.

It's you.

The highlighter of my world

The person who brought back my colors... once again.

Y/N, you came.

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sorry for the long wait!! im a little busy these past few days. i hope you enjoyed this chapter!

~cara