25. moving forward

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"Let me tell you about me and Yeseo back when we were younger," Eun byul began, "We played as violinist and accompanist for the longest time

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"Let me tell you about me and Yeseo back when we were younger," Eun byul began, "We played as violinist and accompanist for the longest time. We made our debut when we were just kids and our rise to fame grew pretty quickly. Before I knew it, Yeseo and I—well more like me— became one of the most famous prodigies in Korea. I used to be able to play exactly like how the score was written. All I did was practice. My grades didn't matter much because my parents had also realized I had raw talent. My reputation got into my ego and that made me think I could have everything the way I wanted because my parents treated me like I was on a pedestal. It got to the point where my personality changed and I became cruel and heartless. I practiced for at least 10 hours a day... I forced Yeseo to practice with me. It was 5-6 hours in the studio and 4-5 hours at one of our homes. I must have been possessed by some evil spirit. I was so irrational and I was a horrible person. Everything needed to be perfect because we were always in the first place. Yeseo had pleaded over and over again, asking if we could take a break, but I didn't let her. That's how horrible I became. I put myself before anyone else, hurting everyone around me, especially the person I called my best friend. The saddest part is that I was so self-absorbed that I didn't realize that she was in pain. The day she died I was the first person to witness her at that scene. She wrote me a terrifying note which I threw away quickly, hoping there would be no legal action that would be taken. At the end of the day, I know it's all my fault. There's no denying it and there's no way to sugarcoat it. I've lived with this guilt and pain for the last 2 years because everything I do is disgracing her. And even though Yeseo's gone, I don't want to hurt her more."

"If she saw you now, Yeseo would have forgiven you," Heeseung exclaimed, reassuring her, "And I know you constantly keep blaming yourself, but Yeseo went through a series of things that caused her to end her life. Her family life wasn't good with a mother who didn't listen to her, her mom just divorced her husband, stress, depression, and anxiety, she went through all of it. I wish I could've been more supportive and helpful as a cousin, but the timing was just so bad. We were always out of the country for competitions. But Eun byul, what's stopping you from playing?"

"I'm just scared. I'm scared that I'm going to become an obsessive dictator again where I'll end up tormenting all my loved ones once more. I don't know how to control myself or what to do. It's hopeless because everyone will just disappear at the end and I-"

"That's not true," he cut her off, "Nobody is going anywhere. We are all going to stay at your side no matter what. You aren't going to hurt anyone. Eun byul, to a certain extent, I understand you. We both lost her. If she saw you now, she would've definitely forgiven you because holding grudges isn't her. She forgives so easily and is understanding. So I want you to do the same. Forgive yourself and move forward. And with our music, we can honor Yeseo."

Eun byul burst into tears as she covered her face with her hands. She was overwhelmed by the warm words Heeseung was telling her and the fact it was time for her to move on. For so long she felt only pain and sorrow. Never would she have thought that she could ever get away from the past.

"Okay," she whispered, "Let's do this together. We're going to win for Yeseo"

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A/N: Hey y'all short chapter today! It was definitely more of a filler, but the competition will be coming very soon! Thank you all for reading and supporting this book. I greatly appreciate it.

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