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"love is like the wind, you can't see it but you can feel it "
— Nicholas Sparks —
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[ 3RD PERSONS VIEW。]
The eternal yellow-brown sky that loomed over the teenagers felt ecstatic. Haruka gazed up at the skies, her hands wrapped around the metal chains of the swing.
"We did it..." Renjun breathed out, a hand cupping his mouth.
It had been a week since they had figured who the copycat was, a whole week of bliss for them. Though school kind of gave them a slight bit of pain, they were still glad that they didn't have to deal with anything anymore.
Haruka was rushed quickly to the emergency room to treat her wound as soon as possible, it wasn't that serious, albeit they still had to treat it immediately or else she would lose more blood.
Her friends would visit her after school, bringing her either homemade food or convenience store brought food.
Jaemin opened the ice-cream packet before handing the popsicle at Haruka, "Ice cream?" he offers with a smile.
Haruka chuckled and gladly taking the ice cream, "Thank you, Jaemin."
"You are always welcome, Haruka." he patted the top of her head, "Also– I love the color of your eye." he points at it with his index finger before pointing at his own blue hair, "Matches with my hair."
"And also, if you ever feel sad or anything, don't be afraid to come up to be, okay? We'll talk about it with some ice cream." Jaemin told her sweetly.
It seemed like everyone but them has forgotten about what had occurred last week, however, someday soon they will also forget about it. Haruka looked up, the cold wind brushing past her as she did.
Her mother.
Haruka couldn't forget her mother. Memories of her mother kept flashing back in her mind as if it was reminding her of everything. She will never forget her mother, after all, it was her mother who suggested for her to play the piano.
She could still visualize it so well.
A young version of her, struggling to keep up with her piano instructor. Eventually, taking these classes as a kid sparked her love for the piano and music. She learned to use the piano for herself – to keep her company, to use it as her own voice.
