she was always taught to hide her feelings to herself, never speak about her mental illness, don't spread her sadness. the reason why she'd play the violin like it was like her own little haven, almost a new unfound religion.
the amount of times she had snuck out to learn the art of the violin, it first started at her private school, the famous music club to be exact. she met her life long friend and personal therapist, jimin, on the first day. he broke the suffocating, mind-eating silence by just a few sentences;
"what instrument to you play? i play the flute, it's so magical and calms me down from my crazy thoughts."
her shyness suddenly came over her as she decided to explain why she decided to join the group to him, seeing as he was there, and he was the first human she had ever spoken to in over 17 years.
it was quite funny really, she didn't intend to go to that club, she just needed something to grasp onto, make her feel needed. her grandma had always played the violin, like it was some sort of ritual, every time the she went round to her cosy bungalow the melodic tune of "spring day" oozed through the paper thin walls. the song had always been around her, suffocating her. her loving grandma had simply weaned her aura to become accustomed to the gorgeous tune. before her fateful death, she gave the girl a recording of her performing the breathtaking song.
the music stuck with her until she couldn't take the pressure anymore, she had to learn to play it. so, here she is, a week prior to now, walking into a foreign classroom full with unknown students, just like her, they wanted to wish everything away with music. she walked in, and sat next to her friend-to-be, park jimin.
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Fiksi Penggemar"you play on my heart strings like a violin" bts 2018
