Euphony | Park Chanyeol

21 A; Garden

Birds chirping, wind silently blowing in my skin, it is so warm.

Walking in this garden lifts my sorrow up. It makes my heart calm, it blows into my mind, like music to my ears.

I plugged my earphones and start listening to it. I'm a fan of singing, when I do it. It is all that matters. It is so peaceful being alone in this garden.

I took a seat on a bench and hums every beat that I hear. Life is like a melody, it goes up and it goes down.

I kept on singing, feeling it sink deep into my heart. But someone distracted my fairytale.

He is facing me, with his black guitar on his hands.

He keeps on staring at me. He has such handsome eyes. When he smiles, your heart will melt because of his dimples.

And he strums along with my singing.

We looked at each other, locking each other's eyes.

And I started singing with a smile on my face. And he strums.

At first all that matters is my singing, but now. My singing is nothing without his black guitar.

After days of sunrise, an event is held again. The stage is big, it is full of astonishing gems.

The seats are neat, just waiting for a person to sit on.

I am the one who planned all of this since I'm the president of our Music club.

People started coming, together with there friends they enjoy and talked.

Until the emcee gathers all the attentions. She introduced everything and welcomed me warm. Since I am going to deliver a speech.

I told them my thoughts. I told them my comments about this event. I sent them heart warming messages and the motto that I prepared myself.

'Shine like the stars, sing like the birds at night. here is a moon that will always listen to you.'

They were first puzzled but I know what it is. That you are not alone, that you have to let yourself out and utter your messages.

I ended my welcome address and sit on a corner. The emcee first told us that there will be a song number from a guy student of our school.

He stands there, adjusting the mic to reach his tallness. He has his black guitar with him, ready to shout his songs.

And he sang, his voice that I hear for the first time now. It is really heart soothing.

Every note that he hits is glued to my mind. And he ended it and said thanks to us.

After that, I can't help but keep it on replaying it on my mind.

I am reading a book, I love to read it. Then a note shows in a page, is it from someone. Why so cliche?

And I read it.

'I know this is cliche. And I don't care. All I want is you to know that this is the guy who you jammed with on the school garden. I want to extend my gratitude to you. All thanks to you, I sang at the event. I hope you appreciated it. It was an effort for your secretary to recruit me. And good news, well for me, I'm going to be a member of your club next club membership. I was on Sport Club. Thank you so much.'

It has no address. No clues of names. At least I know his face.

I came back to the garden. With hope my eyes are filled. I looked around and I saw his face.

His face.

He greeted me hello and smiled with his dimples to show. Such an angel.

We talked a lot and laughed until we felt that we can't breath.

And we had fun.

That is the start of our friendship.