Musical Notes Are The Connection To Love (ON HOLD)

Chapter 4 - Beauty of Music

First OFFICIAL chapter update. Enjoy. This book is no longer on hold!! You're advise to read the musical info book first before proceeding for information on reeds and oboe. They'll appear in this chapter. The rest will appear in the next chapter. Read brackets for pointers.

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(Clara's point of view)

I looked at Horan and try to check her reason...or you could say find. I looked hard, thought hard, but to no avail, Horan was unreadable. Hell, that was why she was dangerous. I looked again to see her smiling at me, before breaking the tension between us. Oh well, she must have found me creepy, staring at her like that.

" Clara, about Johnson? He's yours. I just want you to know that. I never liked him, it's...it's just that...I don't know how to put it write but I just, I just wanted a friend. Someone to love me and understand me but then, I realised I can never have one. I...I" I looked at her to see tears brimming in her eyes, threatening to fall out and when it finally did. She choked out the story to me. The story that was so similar to mine.

" I, oh Clara, I lost my parents and 3 older sisters when I was 10. All...all of them. My parents. Loving sister. Funny sister. Sweet sister. All." She cried and I felt it was my job to comfort her. To care for her. To console her. With my story. The story I hid from many prying ears but it came out. Came out so naturally to Horan. The girl I hated 30 minutes ago. Yes, so many things happened in just a few minutes.

" I lost my family to. 7 years old. Car accident." I found my voice shaking and my sentence in chops, I was near the stage where tears would be waterfalls down my cheeks. Horan gave me a weak and watery smile. No, I had to be strong for her. I hold in my tears. Hold them in for the girl I hated just a short while back.

" You're strong. I'm not. I'm just, just weak." Was all she replied and I shook my head. She did not know, I was breaking inside. Breaking with every word I said. We sat there in silence. That was until she broke the silence. I guess she was better at that. Breaking the silence. Probably that was why I thought that she was strong. I smiled at that thought. Maybe she was not like what she was, she was not her usual b*tchy self. It was because she was hurt. She wanted love but no one could give it to her.

" So? Why do you like Johnson?"

" You know? The fiel --- "

" That's not true right? I can tell?" I sighed, was I that easy to read? I nodded before saying the truth I hide from everyone but Horan just deserved to know. I just felt that way and I did not know why. It was probably because she had the same fate as mine.

" You're right, It was never true. It was a story. A story I used to lie to myself." She stayed silent but I could see curiosity in her beautiful hazelnut eyes. I just realised how pretty they were and how they really showed the real side of her. The perfect and innocent type. The quiet, peace-finding pretty girl.

" I lied 'cause I could not accept the truth but here it is." I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I know, all the while her eyes where on me, even when she pulled her hair back. Her hair that was the exact same shade as mine, brown-black.

" You know? Our primary school?" She nodded.

" It all started from that very place of a corner. How embarrassing...but I always cried there. I have emotional issues there and I just loved that place. (From real experience readers) Yes. I remembered it was the day we got back out Higher Mother Tongue Prelim Examination papers. I faired well but my friends did better. They comforted me and I could not take it. I did not want to have their pity. Just because they beat me, they don't have the right to pity me.

I never really cares for my grades but I cared of my image. I was, am, the insecure girl who could not stand to be pitied. It was a sign of my weakness. A weakness that I should not let to show. I went there and cried." I paused to let Horan digest the information. She nodded in response, signalling me to go on and showing she remembered