Kim Eun-Ji swayed, feeling as if her legs may collapse under her. She walked to the nearby couch, her wiggly legs protesting every step of the way. Eun-Ji felt her arm fall on something, a familiar feeling at her finger tips. The polished wood of her violin soothed her fingers as she brought it closer to her. Her eyes were watery and she could no longer control her now rapid and shallow breathes. Eun-Ji stood with her violin in hand, desperately trying to swallow her emotions.
She walked to the window, looking at the crimson color of the skies. In some way, this only made her feel worse. Another emotion and another other realization piling on top of her mountain of worries; She'll never be the same.
Choking back tears, Eun-Ji played her violin. She was playing no known song, no symphony of beautiful notes. She played the tune of her heart. A high and whiny tone that will never be heard by anyone else. A burden and suffering that she faces alone. Eun-Ji released her emotions through music. It wasn't even music, it was an abundance of notes lousily slammed together in what only insane people would call "music".
Eun-Ji cried as she played the notes. Not crying, but wailing. Wailing of sorrows that no one will understand. Sorrows that people would just say "she's overreacting" to. Eun-Ji did this for hours, because this was the only time she could. She could only wail of her sorrows in solitude, and her solitude was soon to be taken away.
Soon, she was on the floor, the dark light of the moon shining through the tall windows. Eun-Ji whimpered, and shivered, the cold floor pressing against her skin. She knew that soon she would have to leave this room. She would have to smile, laugh, and be "happy". She didn't want to leave the room. She just wanted to grieve. She wanted to wallow in her self-pity. She never wanted to leave. If she left and continued to grieve, she'd be ridiculed and dubbed as "that sad girl".
Kim Eun-Ji will never be the same.
