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there's a young kid at a piano, not much older than the age of 12.

he's behind the child, overlooking the scattered and messy instrument room that had only been illuminated by the full moon light pouring into it from the open windows letting in the midnight breeze.

music sheets littered the floor, some crumpled up and step on. some papers even thrown in the silver trash can in the corner of the room.

the music stops after a few moments, the beautiful piece composed by beethoven had turned ugly as they slammed the keys in bitterness. the child rests their elbows on the white keys, digging into their scalp with bitten fingernails.

he can tell she's crying.

their head whips at the sudden cool light pouring inside the room and a looming shadow overlooks the child.

he tries to help,

but he always wakes up to the blaring sound of his alarm clock before he can.











in which a burnt out musician haunts their soulmate every now and then with the same occurring nightmare.






dedicated to baoibao

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