Broken Heart Under The Gingko Tree

6th

The smell of fresh air with the hint of floral scent was lingering around us.The roads are covered with cherry blossom petals,pink adorning the black asphalt.peoples are cheerful,young and old couples smiling to each other walking while holding hands.I never hold hand with a lover before so i always imagined how it will feel,how warm their hand will be,how firmly they will hold. Will that person hold my hand like it is made of porcelain softly and delicately ?or they will hold mine to remind them that i m that persons world  that i am his and only his ,holding strongly and possesively?

I smiled to my self and my attention went toward my wrist which is still in Yoongi's hand.Is this how it feel to be holded by your lover? .....My inner self warned me: No its wrong to think this way Joy, Yoongi is not you lover .

Who is he then? ..:A storm that come silently and  leave  everything open and bare  in its  wake.

I shook my head to clear my thoughts and focus on the matter in hand .I was about to ask Yoongi where we are going when we came to a halt in front of a alley way.He looked carefully and started to walk inside the alley.I knew he is not going to answer so i stayed quite.After few minutes we came in front of a small one story building it was old and purple Wisteria plants were holding the building in its embrace .Sound of slow music was coming out  i looked at the wall "shadow of Creole" was written on it.
We entered in and the beautiful room immediatly captured my attention.The inside of the room was decorated with European style furnitures,the brick walls were bare and not painted. Graffiti were written on those walls that has a new orlean feels to it,a huge  jazz and blues graffiti was painted on the wall above the bar.I was taken by this gorgious room that is so lively.

The owner of the building appear with a huge smile in her face.She was tall then me 5'7 maybe,with beautiful caramel skin huge doe eyes and curly hairs.She had this warm motherly vibe coming from her that can even melt stones...
She gently pulled Yoongi in her embrace while kissing his forhead.She let him go and moved away from his  path.Yoongi went toward the small stage which had a black piano in the corner with other instruments.He sat on the stool and start playing..

The music that came from the piano squeezed the air out of me. Anger,sadness ,pain,dispair filled the room in a matter of minutes the environment of that room changed into colourless tasteless suffocating being.I wanted to stop this to stop him but the lady nodded toward me not to as if she knew how i m feeling.She came closer to my ears and whispered me to follow her.I was doubtful but she smiled at me and started to go inside.I followed her inside against my hearts calling.

She gestured for me to sit while she was making coffee.I can still hear the piano but it was lighter but it still made me upset..She came and put the coffee infront of me and sat opposite to me.She sip her coffee while i was playing with the handle so many things were running in my head...

I was in my own world when she spoke up
"hello i am briana.I m a decendent of asian and   Caucasian african .This building is a jazz club  and i am the owner." 
She gave me another smile .

"Hi my name is Joy .I am a student."
I felt awkward and uneasy i wanted to ask other questions especially about Yoongi and her and the club,but don't know where to start.

She finally spoke
"it was  a winter month when i first met Yoongi,he was 11 years old back then.some older boys were hurting him and trying to take away some thing from him.I  saw the whole thing and went to stop the bullying.They ran away while leaving him bruised and bleeding.He was crying but never let go of the bag  that he was holding.I took him in ,mend his bruised and let his rest . ...

She stopped for a moment for me to take it all in.she sipped coffee.

"When he stopped crying i gave him cookies and hot cocoa  i still remember his face whe he ate those cookies..haha..he was happy.After a while i ask him about the whole mess he said that those bullies are his classmates and they were trying to take the most precious thing from him....I was puzzled so he pulled out some papers and showed me....they were music sheets,piano sheets precisely ...
I was overjoy by his dedication so i let him play the piano outside on that stage...at that age he was fire.warm glowing fire....Ever since that day he come here and play when ever he want.He even play with other artist in opening time to entertain others....

She looked straight at my eyes and spoke again.

you will understand his mood by his music.He doesn't talk much thats why it  is hard  for others to understand him.But he communicate through his music.you just need to listen thats all.

I looked down to my mug of cold coffee and every think clicked in place.
He didn't talk to me in collage because he didnt know how to make me understand how he was feeling.
He took me here just to make me know what he is going through,he want me to listen,just listen..every thing become blurry in front of me,my tears desolved in my cold coffee ...

Oh yoongi....