Thank You, for Everything

Sarah's POV

"Hello, Kyung Soo?" I asked. I entered the music room but then saw something on the piano.

I cried when I saw it. It couldn't be. Tears streamed down my face as I picked up the note and read the five words written on it.

"Thank you, for everything."

-KyungSoo

1 week ago

KyungSoo's POV

"GET OUT NOW!" My father shoutout furiously. He started to throw books at me as I dodged them, running as fast as I could to the door, whimpering quietly.

I ran out of the house, hearing the door slam loudly behind me. I held in the tears that we're threatening to fall. I'm getting tired of all this arguing. My mother passed away a year ago leaving me with my dad. Ever since her death, my father changed into a completely different person. He started to abuse me, and I couldn't exactly tell anyone. Sometimes I wish I can disappear from the world. What did I do to deserve this anyway?

........

I started heading to my school after I got kicked out. The music room was always open after school and my music teacher was always kind to me. Sometimes, he'll let me lock up the room since I play past midnight at times.

It's a five minute walk to school and it's really hot. I was wearing long, black sleeves and a pair of jeans, with my worn out Converse, sweating like crazy. Once I got into campus I could see the girl's track team head into the locker room.

"Why are they still here? They were supposed to end practice at 5:30. It's 7:30 right now." I thought as they passed me.

The thought vanished as I entered the music room. The piano was sitting in the corner of the room like it always has. I sat down on the bench and played a song I wrote, "Miracles In December." My mother died that month, so the song means a lot. I closed my eyes as I began to play, my mother's face appearing in my mind.

Sarah's POV

"Oh gosh! Practice was really hard today!" I panted. The girls nodded, not having the energy to talk. We did have competitions in a week but all this practicing was draining us

I could barely move my sore legs as I walked over to my locker, lazily trying to put in the combination to open it. After a few failed attempts I asked my teammate to open it.

I quickly changed into my jean shorts and a loose v-neck with my black converse. Saying goodbye to my teammates, I left the locker room with my backpack.

I began walking down the hallway and sorrow filled notes hit my ears from the music room. It was a sad melody and a song I have never head of. I then heard a smooth, angelic voice.

"The selfish me who has only thought about myself

The me who didn't know your feelings and ignored it

I couldn't believe myself that I have changed this much

Your love can still move me like this..."

The voice sounded so familiar. Without thinking twice, I opened the door quietly and walked in to see a boy playing the piano, back facing towards me.

"I'm struggling to find you, who I cannot hear."

The song ended. It was quiet for a few seconds until I heard crying. My eyes widened as I heard him sob.

"Why mom.. Why?" He whimpered. I felt pain in my chest.

I could've just left the room. I could've just let him cry to let out his pain. Instead, I walked up to him.