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my heart dropped seeing your lrge figure walk away from me.

that is why you should always think before you say something you idiot.

you sat next to a window that didn't have a view to anything in particular. but you just stared, out there somewhere.

my eyes, again, landed on the wooden piano. i stood up and walked up to it. touching it slowly, the dust that was on it was now on my fingers showing that it hasn't been used in a long time.

my fingers traced over an engraved writing. myg x jjk, it wrote. i wondered what it meant, thinking if i should have asked you but instead i stayed silent.

i sat on the piano chair. staring at the broken pieces of the old piano. what happened? i thought, it must have had a story for itself. like everything in life does. i was curious.

i touched one of the piano keys, making sure that it worked. and, to my luck, it sure did. i smiled at myself. i started playing the piano, my fingers moving softly and smoothly all along the piano keys.

i heard a deep sigh coming from you. i turned around to see you glaring at me. 'so, what the hell do you think you're doing?' your voice was harsh.

'playing the piano?' it came out more like a question.

'i didn't bring you here so you can ask me about my personal life and just go around touching my stuff' you looked pissed off, it made me scared. i face palmed myself for my stupidity and for not leaving the things that i shouldn't care for alone.

'then why did you bring me?' i asked you.

you didn't say anything.

'exactly what i thought' i stood up from the creaky piano chair and left your place.

after i closed the door of the small apartment i bumped into a tall boy that looked like he was my age.

'sorry'

'watch where you're going' he said rudely and walked into your apartment.

dickhead, i thought. probably one of your friends. now i wasn't that surprised by yor actions.

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the moment i entered my house i was attacked with my step dads screaming and yelling at me. 'where were you these days? have you been running away?! fucking that boy, whatever his name is' dad yelled at the top of his lungs. i stared at my mom for an explanation, waiting for her to tell me why he was yelling, but instead she just smirked.

'i'm not messing around with people like you do' i said coldly. 'what did you just say?' his voice grew louder and he started walking closer to me. 'i said wha-' and with that, he slapped me.

'don't ever talk back to me you useless bitch' he yelled at me. 'what a great father figure you are, you know? thank god you aren't my real fathwr' i smiled bitterly at him and made my way to my bedroom.

'who told you to leave?' 'let her go, ilsung' my mom said to him. i just shook my head and entered my room.

i opened the window in my room and just stared at the stars. it was a hard night, but not one of the hardest. my cheek was still hurting from the hard slap.

i wanted to cry, but i had no reason to. it will be just one of those nights where i sleep it off, and tomorrow is going to be normal like nothing has ever happened.