Leaving Stones Part 1

Leaving Stones Chapter 8

Dean is a music lover while I'm in love with writing. He plays the piano and cello while I would write stories and poetries if I was really lucky at finding inspirations. But to be honest, he is my inspiration from the beginning, he is my rock. He cheers at the poems that I wrote while my parents take it as a dust on the table in the attic. All through my childhood, it was only me and Dean and our ambition to be big. To be something.

Becoming teenagers, it was a bit crucial. We attended the same high school but due to his low self-esteem, Dean ended up not using his glasses anymore and changed his appearance because some of the people in school would mock him and laugh at him. It was painful to watch the people that we love goes through these kinds of stuffs. He stopped playing cello while I still write. As much as I respect his decision, it does not make him happy at all and I can't just let that go.

"Dean, why are you doing this?"
"Doing what?" he brushed his hairs upwards with his fingers that I wish was brushing at my hair.
"This. And the very fact that you stopped playing your cello and your piano...?" I explained with a bit tears prickling my eyes as I blink it off.
"Bev, don't you get it? They like me like this! They wanted me to stop being a child and play music. My dad was right, music is a piece of shit. So now, everyone's happy!" he answered harshly.
"I..." I stood up and ran, not being able to hold back my tears anymore. "Bev!" he called out but I really don't want to run back to him now. Even as a person who writes, I still couldn't find the right words to say, it's best if silence fills in the moment.