My Life's a Fermata

Staccato

The walk to the studio was filled with conversation, a sonata of stories from two opposite lives. I never dared to tell her about the little voice, that was a secret I needed to keep to myself. The girl was a natural at making friends, acting like we've known each other ever since childbirth, while awkward was the only word to describe my status. 

I didn't hate it though, it was relieving to talk to another human being once in a while. The dam that once blocked all my feelings, the dam I'm constantly repairing, finally cracked. My hidden emotions came flooding back into me, making me whole again. I used to think feeling was an enemy, it would just make me care, abandon me, and then hurt me all over again. By just talking with me, the girl open up the lock in my heart. But she will never know, ever, how much she has changed me.

Her name gave it away. She was called Saki, the blossom of hope.