Note By Note

X : Goodbye? No, See You Later

Note by Note

Chapter X - Goodbye? No, See You Later

[Dedicated Song: Maisie Peters - Volcano]

[25 March 2018]
[London, Angeloff Residence]
[18:34]

Kuyeya's hand gently rubbed against my back, hoping to contain the volcano of emotions that had erupted within me. I was still quite shocked. Did I truly bear the possibility of recovering my hearing again? Eventually, I managed to calm down and rise from the ground back onto the bench, Kuyeya following suit. I could notice the puzzled expression on her features still, and the words that she had uttered to me before felt more suited for encouragement rather than praise. "What the fuck is happening to me?" I asked, my hands trembling at even the slightest movement they made.

"What are you talking about? Your playing was awesome!" Kuyeya once again encouraged, but I shook my head no. "No... You probably won't believe me, but I heard you. I heard what you sang..." I watched as Kuyeya blinked once before bursting into a frenzy of silent laughter. She laughed so much so that she fell off the bench for a second time, drawing my ire by the littlest amount. Kuyeya soon controlled her emotions and took her seat back at the bench. She caught sight of my serious look and stopped her giggling. "Oh, you're serious."

I nodded vigorously before lifting my hands to convey another message. "Why would I joke about it?" I asked Kuyeya, who pondered the question before the realization became visible on her features. I nearly frantically searched for a piece of paper after pulling out a pen in my handbag, like prey scurrying away from the predator. On the farther end of the bench, I spotted it and was quick to snatch it and place it atop my handbag. From then on, the pen sprinted through the piece of paper, perfectly reciting the words I had heard minutes ago.

The experience was far too shocking for me to forget that easily, even if it would have taken place multiple years ago. It was simply burned into my brain. Once I was finished writing what I had heard, I handed the paper to Kuyeya, who at first casually read through before realizing what I had heard was identical to what she had uttered from her mouth. Kuyeya's eyes slowly grew as she read every word until they mimicked dinner plates.

She placed the paper on my handbag once more and blinked once more. "Ain't no way, ain't no fucking way." The woman finally responded, equally as shocked as I was, but knowing her, it would not last for long. Just as I had anticipated, the shock transitioned into excitement. Kuyeya grabbed me by the shoulders, her grin emulating the Cheshire Cat.

She was quick to remove them, however, so she could speak to me. "This is great! Do you know what this means? You can finally be able to hear again!" Kuyeya said, the excitement exuding from her aura as if it were radiation. But I was not equally optimistic. "How sure can you be?" I asked her and the smile never faltered. "I mean, it happened once, it can happen twice, we just need to wait it out." Kuyeya reasoned, and I looked down at the ground for only a moment.

"It's not the first time..." I nervously articulated, and the awe returned to Kuyeya's face. "What? When?" She questioned. I expelled a breath I had no idea I had been containing, preparing to journey back to the night I had further embarrassed myself in the eyes of many. "It was when I came back to Victoria and you were on stage. I thought my mind was fucking with me and that's why I chose to leave." It seemingly took a while for Kuyeya to process all the information I had given her, despite it being quite simple. "You have to come back." Kuyeya finally said, and instantly, I knew what she was talking about and what she wanted. That was a question I was easily able to answer. "There's no way in hell I'll do that." I declared.

Her request was not even up for discussion. There was nothing big enough to make me return to that place, it did not matter if I could hear again, it was a matter of the impression that I left behind in my last visit.