her cheeks were painted softly with a pale pink, painted with her colour of happiness. he played her music piece better than she had imagined he possibly could. whenever he would play, she got lost in his beauteous lullaby, in which were composed and performed by his hands: that glided over the piano keys; in a similar way that a swan would glide gracefully over a river. he reminded her of all the gaiety she could just about derive from the world. but that was okay. since his raven locks and dark chocolate orbs that reminded her of autumn, his his eye smile that reminded her of crescents and a moonlit sky, his high-spirited personality that reminded her of cherry blossoms, the warmth and security she felt around him that reminded her of her grandmas hot chocolate she loved ever so much, were all she needed.
so lost in her train of incessant thought, she struggled to notice the piece had been concluded. the piece that she had poured all her heart and emotion into, every bit of it into. nor did she notice the little white note that had been placed on her desk. by someone. she read the note gingerly:
"hey. thank you. i hope you enjoyed, you're a very talented writer, you know.
- youngjae."
she felt her hearts rhythm halt for a moment. did he really write this, just for her? what if he thinks she's weird? she started to panic but brushed the thought off. she didn't notice the grin that had spread across her flushed face. she was in love. she had to be.
but the following morning, wasn't quite what she imagined. the door to the compact little music room creaked open, and she heard something. something that she never wanted to lay her teary eyes on ever again. at first, it was what she heard. almost silent whimpers and sniffles. small sobs. and the sight that broke her most: a vulnerable, fragile looking boy, with tear stained cheeks. she felt his tears drowning and suffocating her heart.
she took a step closer.
