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"if life were predictable it would cease to be life, and be without flavor."
— Eleanor Roosevelt —
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[ 3RD PERSONS VIEW。]
The girl stared at her reflection through the mirror for the umpteenth time already, fingers caressing over her face, her pale golden eye looking through her body. A scowl on her face as she looked away, "I hate you." she spat, referring to a certain part of her face, mainly her left eye.
"I hate you!" she yelled out, tears flowing out of her eyes. She stepped away from the mirror, approaching the piano she had in her room. Taking a deep sigh, wiping her tears with her sleeves, she took a seat.
Closing her eyes, she let her self drift off with the music. Pouring every bit of emotion she had into the music, creating a deep sound that screamed sorrow and agony.
Shutting her eyes tightly, she let out a loud cry, her fingers pressing down the keys faster, the tempo quickly shifted. No longer was agony accompanied by sorrow, the moment her fingers pressed down, anger was present.
In the music and in the musician.
"What are you playing Haruka?" she flinched, hearing a faint voice that she knew belonged to Haruki ask her. Opening her eyes, she glanced to her right to find Haruki smiling at her.
Biting down her bottom lip, she suppressed her tears, a euphoric feeling rising up in her as she faced Haruki, or more like, a memory of Haruki.
"Winter Wind, Haruki." the girl replied to her twin sister, her lips forming a sad smile.
Haruki scrunched her nose and scratched her head, "Winter Wind in autumn?"
Haruka stifled a laugh, head trailing back to focus on the piano keys. She slowly let the music take her, as she looked up. "Don't you feel the winter wind during autumn some times?"
Haruki pursed her lips, "I guess so... but still! I don't get how Winter Wind starts off slow an then a few seconds later, you go pressing all sorts of keys!"
The dark brown haired girl smirked, opening her eye to glance at the frustrated girl, "It's like the winter breeze blowing onto you suddenly."
"But– why are you pressing so hard, Haruka? If the sound of music you're creating right now was a person, they sound like they're in pain..." Haruki frowned.
Haruka looked down, "The sound of music conveys what the musician has deep in their heart. If it does sound like I'm in pain..." she looks to her side, only to find Haruki gone. She scoffs lightly, "then maybe I am."
