Kousei's point of view:
When I got home from school I still held my empty lemonade can in my hand. I threw it in the trash and headed upstairs to my room. As I walked in I saw sheet music scattered everywhere around the room. The piano took nearly half the room up, like it gobbled everything else. I sat down on the piano chair and looked at the music in front of me. I set my fingers on the piano, and lightly pushed the keys. I made the rhythm get faster and slower. The dynamics kept changing and I could feel my fingers moving my memory and I could feel the beat pulsing throughout my body. It got smooth then choppy then loud then soft. It reminded me of her. The person I lost, because I simply existed. The person I loved and cared for, the person I needed to survive. I missed her every day of my life, though I hid it. I missed her so much that I would kill myself for her to survive again. Every movement and part which I played was filled with my emotions. I remembered her blonde hair and her smile, I remembered the night she stood me out and encouraged me to be me. If she didn't live, I would still be the depressed person I was when my mom passed. Kaori was the one she always was. If Kaori went through all of that to encourage me to be what I am today, why should I put that to waste? The answer is truly simple, I won't. I played soft, then gradually got louder until I made my finale, and ended the song with a strong chord.
I heard clapping. I turned my head to the doorway, a man with a short beard, blue eyes, and short black hair, was standing there, leaning against the side of the doorway, with his feet crossed as he smirked. I gasped, and my jaw fell to the floor in disbelief.
"D-Dad?"
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Your lie in May
RomanceA fan fiction story of "your lie in April" of when Tsubaki likes Kousei and he catches on. Guaranteed: 1: I'm not gonna leave you crying like the anime series did. 2: there will be cliffhangers! 3: you won't be bored reading this. 4: other people...
