Original by KayeAllen. Do check her out!!
You couldn't understand why it was so
difficult. Sitting by the windowsill of your hotel room, you looked down at the city you once called home; your guitar tucked in your arm, a pencil held loosely on your right hand as a whole bunch of crumpled papers lay cluttered on the floors.
You sighed heavily before taking a sip of your coffee, thinking of your schedule which was packed with interviews, both for print and broadcast. Being an international artist who just came home, you were in demand and the press simply wanted to get the details of your life abroad, how you came to be Jane Lou, singer-songwriter who's nominated for a Grammy for Best New Artist.
Or probably just to get the "good stuff", you thought amusedly, knowing well that the press is only after the juicy details of your private life.
Well they're never going to find out, you thought. They're never going to know if the life you once lived before remained tucked beneath layers after layers at the back of your consciousness; untouched.
Some things are better hidden, others.... forgotten, you wrote down on the paper the moment the thought came, hoping it can be useful to the song you're trying to write.
Emphasis on trying.
You haven't written a single song in the past week and it drove you crazy. Songwriting was something that came naturally to you and though you got writer's block at times, you never felt as hopeless as you were feeling right now.
Probably just jet-lagged, you thought as you ripped another piece of paper, crumpled it and threw it across the room.
Although in the back of your head, you knew you were only lying to yourself. You knew exactly what was wrong and as you looked out the window of your hotel room, seeing the familiar streets of Seoul, you found yourself going back... back when you thought everything was possible-perfect, even.
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Flashback
You hated winter.
It's that time of year when you wished you could just bury yourself and hibernate somewhere as the season passes. You were never fond of the cold, never liked the feeling of it against your skin, almost like a needle was poking through it. You also didn't like the way your nose felt numb or the way your arms always got goose bumps whenever the cold wind whips by, no matter how thick your coat was.
You were sitting at a table in a café downtown, wearing a powder blue parka over a plain white sweater. A notepad lay opened in front of you, beside it was a steaming cup of coffee and your phone. Biting your lip, you tapped the pencil against your cheek, thinking of lyrics to fill the remaining lines of your new song:
Falling, falling, the rain kept falling
Sounding, echoing, your voice kept calling
In my head, you're all I see
In my heart is where you'll be
Sighing, you looked up and massaged your nape before looking back down; only to look back up again, as a familiar sight caught your eye.
From across the street, a familiar black haired guy stood and you smiled as he made his way towards the café. He had his hands in his coat pockets, his lips pursed in a thin line as he looked from left to right before crossing. You watched him walk from the cafe's windows, your heartbeats increasing its pace at each step he made. The moment he came into the cafe, the bell sounding that familiar ring, you knew your heart was done for. He looked around the place, searching; his handsome face catching a few eye's attention; girls' eyes specifically.
Dating someone good looking proved to be a difficulty for some since you can't really stop people from looking-checking them out. But in your relationship, jealousy was not an option for the moment his eyes met yours, you saw them sparkle, and you felt as if you were the only girl he was seeing in the room.
