Beneath the Obscure Destiny

Chapter 5: It Wouldn't Be Turn Out Just Fine

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Thank you for all for your constructive comments on the previous chapters. I've tried to follow all of your advice by making more dialogues and lessen the unnessessary boring description so that readers won't lose their interest.

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"Ma'am, can we use the mini theatre beside the rest room?" As soon as they went inside the theatre, she quickly walked towards the janitor room and asked for the key to enter.Excited.

The blonde girl in the green janitor uniform smiled, "Sure, Eileen. Just use it." Handing Eileen the key, the two smiled at each other briefly.

"Now, follow me." She turned to Kaiden and beckoned him to come over. The fragile side he had seen a moment ago was gone and in its place a cold gaze greeted him. Her eyes showed no more tears with her lips free of any pout.

"So, your name is Eileen?" he questioned, breaking the silence. Looking anywhere but her, she nodded as she trailed behind him.

"Yeah," she said, her gaze never faltering, knowing that if she looked, a mental breakdown would quickly follow.

"This is where we spent most of our time, before you lost your memories." She said, quietly opening the door to the mini theatre. It was small, yet beautiful. The walls that were decorated with red wallpaper contrasted perfectly against the black floor tiles, creating a sense of elegance.

This was the place where he lured her in with his kindness and understanding. She could never forget that; it had been etched into her heart and memories. The breeze that was coming down from the air conditioner above reminded her of the jacket that he had lent her when she felt the cold. She forced herself to walk through the lined chairs as memories began to swarm around in her head like an active beehive. Memories of him, talking, laughing or just peacefully listening to her play the piano. It was like as if he was everywhere in that room and every second that she had spent with him were incomparable.

Without any hesitation, she walked up to the stage. Her attention was solely focused on the grand object in front of her—the piano. Running her fingers over the piano keys, her mind flew to a place where she had locked herself out of. She could feel the music dancing, and her hand itched to take part in that dance. Vivace accompanied her as her hands became lively, and Ritardando made her stop the song; causing her hands to twirl and become intertwined.

"Do you remember this song? It was our favorite." She turned her head to face him and watched as he stood eyeing her. "Of course not."

"What do you expect? Memories rushing back to me just because of plain music. This is no romantic movie." He snorted and walked towards the stage.

She took a sharp breath.It felt like she had been slapped by the wind, causing his eyes to widen. The hard work she did seemed to all go in vain.

Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath. "You must do something more extraordinary—not just simple things like this."