An ongoing book of short stories/fan fictions about various kpop Idols. Each chapter holds a new story with new characters read from the point of view of the reader.
Please beware of age ratings and warnings that may be at the beginning of chapters...
It felt like I️ had been holding that one for a long time, or more specifically since I️ was last here.
I️ tried to come here as often as possible. It was my own little Haven, completely detached from the rest of the world, from my suffocating life.
No one was ever here. Likely because there was only one way to get here: by foot. And you can believe it takes a long time. It was always worth it though.
The scenery accompanied by a few hours of solace made up for the journey.
Today was one of those days, a beautiful Sunday afternoon. The kind that's warm and has the most beautiful light reflecting perfectly off the water of the small lake.
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I️ took my ukulele from off my back and leaned against the big tree on the edge of the lake.
Resting my ukulele in my raises knee, I️ started to make sure the tuning was in order. I️ never played it much when I️ wasn't up here.
I️ started to just strum. The sweet melody of the ukulele chords perfectly matching the kind of atmosphere this place emitted.
My voice started to accompany the chords with some random melody. Words that were experimental, some not making much sense. It was just me playing around. I️ never had to worry about anyone hearing me after all.
I️ let my eyes close, leaning my head on the always reliable tree, letting my hands play blindly.
I️ started to play a real song, one I️ wasn't just bullshitting my way through.
"Goodbye love, you flew right by love."
I️ started quietly, letting the emotions of the song take over.
"Remember the way you made me feel,
Such young love but,
Something in me knew that it was real,
Frozen in my head.
Pictures I'm living through for now,
Trying to remember all the good times..."
I️ trailed off, breathing in the fresh air, continuing to strum the beautiful melody.
Suddenly, on cue, I️ heard another voice join in. A mysterious voice, the kind that has a misty quality to it.
"I️ hate this part, paper hearts,
And I'll hold a piece of yours..."
My eyes shot open. I️ found someone sitting in front of me, slightly to my right.
