THE PRELUDE
Footsteps.
Footsteps.
Footsteps.
Then a melody resonating.
A piano playing.
Ah, yes.
Someone’s playing the piano.
It felt so serene.
Flowing.
Like the rivers leading to the calm oceans.
And the soft blowing breeze of summer.
I was unexpectedly captivated.
But who is it?
Who is it?
Who is it?
Who is it?
Who is it?
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“I wanted to know who has captured my heart like this.”
YOU ARE READING
Tear-Colored
Teen FictionIt was because of an anonymous melody -- from that moment when tears threatened to fall. I realized everything must have been conspiring, bringing me closer and closer to the sound.
