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"music is freedom."
— Kaori Miyazono —
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[ 3RD PERSONS VIEW。]
With her mind a flurry, she entered the classroom. Haruka couldn't help but ponder about last night. After playing the piano until past midnight, she went to bed, only to be dosed in a strange dream.
Normally, you would've forgotten about your dream quick, but it just seemed like she couldn't.
She was wearing her usual dark clothing, hair laid down her back as she sat on the empty swings at the nearby park, her shoes merely digging into the soiled ground.
Haruka wasn't able to point out what date it was, but it felt real. Blood-curling, all she could do was stare up the skies; as if painted beautifully, the sun surrounded by golden rays mixed with a dashing red glowing like the tips of a flame.
Fawning on how picturesque it looks—as if no peril lied. Taking a deep breath, Haruka slowly removed her eyepatch, the golden beaming onto her eyes.
A faint gasp as she shot her head towards her right, eyes widening as she completely knew who he was. "Your eye... it's beautiful."
Shaking her head, Haruka finds herself back in the classroom, a certain boy stood in front of her desk. Heart thumping nonstop, "Mark?"
He smiles at her, "Do you want to join us at lunch later?"
"Me? You're asking me?" she points at herself, shocked before looking back seeing Donghyuck shaking his head, "Don't look at me– he's asking you."
Averting her gaze back onto Mark who still had that smile, "What do you say, Haruka?"
The corner of her lips tugged up willingly, a feeling inside her that burned, ecstasy running through her whole body, "I'd love to."
"Sweet!" Mark exclaimed before pointing at her, "I better see you later, I have to go to class now, study well!" he bids before leaving, sending them a quick wave.
Chenle, who had just walked in, grinned before his gaze fell onto Haruka. "Good morning, Haruka!"
"Good morning, Chenle." she greets softly as he took a seat beside her.
The young Chinese boy talked to her, bringing up different topics while Donghyuck would often cut into the middle of his sentence, correcting his grammar.
Renjun sat silently, hearing their playful bantering at the back as he couldn't keep his mind at bay. What occurred last night bothered him until his mother barged into his room; telling him to get ready for school.
Not getting any shut-eye at all, he felt exhausted. Nonstop did his mind kept replaying the scene over and over—with the accompanied scare of the piano from the other house that easily sent chills down his spine.
A yawn escapes his lips, reaching up to rub his drowsy eyes. He just wanted to shut down at the moment. "Mr. Huang? You seem tired, do you need to go to the clinic?" shooting his head up, he locks eyes with their first-period teacher who he didn't even notice that already came in.
Renjun shook his head, sending a faint — yet weary — smile towards his teacher, "No, it's alright. I'm fine..." he said.
This didn't really go unnoticed by his friends, especially Haruka. Fiddling with the pen in between her fingers, she noted to talk to Renjun once class was over.
Before lunch, their teacher was absent therefore they had a free period. Haruka took this chance to leave the classroom and make her way towards the music room.
Spending her time leisurely playing Liebeslied. The melody kept repeating in her mind as if someone had it on loop. Her fingers accurately pressed one key and another, memorized after playing it over hundreds of times.
Lost in her own world, shifting back to her dream, seeing it all over again. At the park, she sat, eyes cast up onto the pinkish skies as a boy walked towards her.
Fascinated was he of her unusual pair of eyes. Afraid of being judged, she wanted to cover it, but he stopped her, "It's beautiful... please, don't cover it." was what the boy said before everything went blurry.
The sound of the bell disrupting her reverie, hands retracting from the piano keys. A bit breathless, "What... was... that."
"What do you mean?"
Jerking back, she immediately glanced back to see Mark leaning onto the doorframe. "Mark, what are you doing here?"
He scoffs lightly, approaching her with arms folded in front of him, "To pick you up, silly. Let's go have lunch." he extended an arm, just like how the boy did in her dream.
Cautious, she reached out as their fingers touched; Mark slowly curling his as it intertwined with hers, both of their palms together. "Let's go?" he tilts his head, before realizing their hands.
Biting down his lower lip he changed the hold, no longer were their fingers interlaced, "S-Sorry."
On their way to the cafeteria, Mark suddenly spoke up, "You love the piano?"
She nodded instantly, heart lightening at the mention of her favorite instrument. It was like her soul, the only thing that kept her company whenever her sister wasn't there.
The piano never left her, always there whenever she needs it and always there to let her express her feelings. She was extremely good at it, to the point her instructor would invite her to Gala's and other events. Haruka didn't really mind, she attended all of them without a problem. Although she would get comments and stares because of her covered eye, it was the least of her concern.
"I love it. So much," she replied, looking at him.
He hummed, expecting her answer as it is, "Cool, I love music– by the way you play, you could depict the emotions you had inside you."
"The piano... the music itself..." she trailed off making Mark look at her with an arched eyebrow. "If my mother won't let me talk to anyone... then I'll express myself with the piano... with music."
