YES-NO SHORTIES(short for short stories of KATHNIEL)

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We were a meter away from his door when I saw a piano in the door across the master's bedroom.

Uhm, can I just look at it a minute?

I was referring to the piano that am now touching the edges.

You want to try?

 

No, that's impossible. The last time I tried playing it is effin time ago like ages! The time I'd say when the most patient mother I had is teaching me those lessons...

 

Can I hear it?

I shook my head then turned to proceed to his room. I just stopped when I heard him play some keys.

I had to listen really well first to it before I came finally to conclude that the keys he's playing is familiar to me.

Goosebumps covered my numbing body as he continues. How could he know that if my mother's the only one I knew who composed it and tried to pass it on only me if not she died suddenly?

When was the last time you hear this composition?

 

T-twenty years...ago...

 My voice cracked at the same time I spoke.

You see, am not a good liar. Because the last time I heard it is last year.

He shook his head then dragged me to the piano again.

Play it.

I shook my head at him with trembling hands.

You can play it, I know. You've already played it fully well. I saw you.

That's true but only is that...I remembered well how I practice this composition only because there's someone in my dreams who lets me play it, listened very well and encouraged me. That someone I thought was my mother...but I know it's not..But how could I believe it now?

He hold my hands and positioned it to the keys I need not to be told about because I knew it from the heart. But my trembling hands cannot move now because of anxiety. I am afraid to accept the truth.

Come on Kate, do not make this hard for us...I've watched you played it before..

 

But it's just a dream! How could I believe anything I merely see during my sleep? I cannot even tell that was me doing things, or whom I am with during those cheerful times!

I cannot tell why I am telling him these things. We're both psychotic now!

After his long heavy sigh, he came to me and carry me wedding style to his room. Before I could protest, I was fazed by all the paintings posted right before my very eyes.

Would you believe seeing yourself, in the scenes all so familiar with you? Truth is, those all happened, perfectly like that---like the eating chocnut thing, at the water with dolphin moment, me reading with different faces I made, and me at the piano room. The odd thing is that those just happened today, so imagine now whose painter can be as a fast painter as these? All the paintings are about 15 to count. The only difference is that it was painted in other person's perspective---and that is the one who didn't take his gaze off of me---the man before me, my fake boyfriend.

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