Melody [TCF Fanfiction]

I Don't Quite Remember 《On》

The weather outside is cloudy with some drizzle once in a while.

There hasn't been any sun for the last week, actually.

The mood is somber.

And in all honestly, it frustrated that silver cat On by lot since she has a deadline to make another song to be performed next week, yet she couldn't compose any good songs.

The mood is not cheerful enough...

'What if I'm unable to come up with anything till the end?'

It would be their father's death anniversary soon... and yet she has nothing to shared with him?

Great.

Now she's depressed.

Whining as she rested her head on the piano, two hands were placed on each of their shoulders soon.

She could smell the scent of cirtus as well.

Smiling as she realized who's visiting, On turned her heads to be greeted with her two younger brothers and her uncle.

"Take a break, On. You seemed distressed"

Choi Han offered his niece a cup of lemonade.

One that tasted the exactly same as the one that their late Grandpa Ron would usually made for their late Father Cale.

"Thank you, Uncle. And nice to meet you guys again, how was your tours?"

The three of them are successful artisans.

Raon with his magnificent paintings and Hong with his indepth poets.

On, herself is a world known pianist and songwriter.

It has been like that for the last century.

By now, the only people from their inner circle who's still alive are none other than the four of them...

Unfortunately, the others have passed away from various reasons.

The four of them are the only ones alive to live up their legacy.

Which is exactly why, On is saddened that she couldn't think of cheerful lyrics nor melodies that could represent their joy.

"Well, I mean, there are times that we're not happy as well, noona."

Raon started, trying to cheer her up.

"Dongsaeng is right"

Hong smiled at her as well.

"Why don't you try to write whatever you're feeling right now? You shouldn't be pressured with the very thing that you adores... remember why did we pick these 'hobbies' on the first place?"

Raon wanted to capture the moments.

Hong wanted to reenact the memories.

While On?

She wanted something a bit different.

'I choose music to represent my emotions'

Because that's how Cale used to.

That red-head who often had a hard time to express himself, sometimes turned to music to tell the world how he feels.

'Me too...'

Staring at her hands after putting the empty cup down, she just remembered why she chose piano instead of anything else.

"What am I feeling now..."

She mumbled before gulping thickly.

What she is feeling now is a storm.

The type of storm that's quite yet forming a typhoon that swept away anything nearby...