Author's note: I was very much inspired by Suga's story in this song that it reflected with me a lot because I fell in love with music the same way he did. Stumbling upon a piano, except mine was black and old. Yes, it might sound or seem like the lyrics but it was only because I used them as a guide for this one and I changed it a bit by incorporating my story. Also the person telling each story is never referenced in a gender because in the last chapter we will see who is telling us everything. Alright, back to this then. Thank you for reading this.
When I was 20, I stumbled upon a music shop, Ibroke in and saw a brown piano. It was in the corner of the shop, picking updust and it was settled on one side, the side where you could sit and play. Iremember that in my childhood memories, in the house, I had a brown pianosettled on one side. That memory is in the corner of my mind; I remember theexact moment I saw you. You were taller than me, the way you guided me toyourself, I looked up to you, I yearned for you, I touched you with my smalland chubby fingers. I always told mom how nice I felt every time I played you,my hands took me to wherever they wanted me to go on the piano. I used to be sosatisfied with just getting a look of you.
When I was in elementary school, Ibecame a bit taller than you, and I started to neglect you; forgetting that Ihad once yearned for you so. On top of your beautiful white and black jade-likekeys, dust was slowly piling on, your beautiful image was turning into adreadful image from the obvious neglection even though I didn't know thesignificance you would have on me later. You always stood your ground on thatspot you were on, but I didn't know that that would be the last time I wouldsee you, your image screaming 'don't leave me like this'.
It said to me, 'Don'tworry even if I leave, you'll do well on your own. I remember when I first metyou and before I knew it, you grew up. Even though we are putting an end to ourrelationship, don't ever feel sorry to me. I will get to meet you again, nomatter what form, just greet me happily then'. I remember back then when I metyou, the one thing I had completely forgotten, I think I was around 14, therewas this awkwardness in the air, but only for short while.
Until I touched youagain, even though a long time had passed, without disgust or refusal, youaccepted me and I thought that without you there was nothing. After that, thetwo of us saw the dawn and then we welcomed the morning together, I wassilently wishing you didn't let go of my hand forever because I wouldn't let goof you again either way. I also remember that we scorched the last of myteenage years, days we couldn't see an inch in front of us. Days where wecried, laughed, days spent with you, moments that are now in my memories. Ionce told you that I couldn't do it anymore and I was holding my shoulder,which was crushed. Every time I wanted to give up, you were by my side tellingme 'bastard, you can really do it, I believe in you'.
I will always rememberwhen I was fed up, lost, pushing you away, feeling bitter about ever meetingyou and already in the pit of hopelessness, you were firmly by my side. Youdidn't even have to say anything, I only needed you to not let go of my handand I wouldn't let go of you ever again. From my birth and the very end of mylife, you'll be there to watch over it all. I remember that in my childhoodmemories, in the house, there used to be a brown piano. That memory is in thecorner of my mind, reminding me of the brown piano that was settled on oneside.
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Wings
Short StoryI was kind of inspired by BTS' last album, Wings. I wrote some shorts, and I guess my friends liked it, so I am posting my very first story here. Hope you like it.
