I could not find the blossom she asked from me.
The house here did not have a garden, neither flowers in vases. Real at least. The professor forbid me to go out, because he thought I would go back to her, something rather logical. Deep inside me I wanted to do it, however, I knew that it would be the last time I saw her sweet face. I didn't have any other choice than give her a fake flower. The truth is that it would be difficult for her to find out it isn't real. It looked like a true blossom but it didn't smell like one. That is why I'll explain to her on a letter that I would give her a proper one the next time. Yet, mr Jihyun took the letter.
Day by day my heart hurt more and I hoped it wasn't the last time.
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❝born sick❞ ーbbh
Historia Corta❝I was born with a rather weak heart and I'll die along with it in this empty house and professor Jihyun teaching me the piano.❞ N O T E; even though I wrote this story, it's been solely translated by Chrysafenia because I make mistakes in english...
