Abigail:
After Appa showed me that USB drive, I couldn't stop thinking about that idea that he suggested. I did love writing but I also love music. I did remember when eomma used to be on the computer all the time, listening to different voice recordings and putting them together to make a beautiful song. She was good at it, she even taught me a little bit when I was little but I don't remember it. She would be very happy if I took her place in making music if eomma could do it I can do it.
Every Saturday I go to the library, do some of my homework, and grab my iced coffee. The library is always filled with nerds on their computers, I wouldn't consider myself to be one of them but I do like to learn new things. I've talked to some of them and they're ready nice and funny, I come here so often that the people who work there already know me.
"Good afternoon Abigail, I see you didn't bring your big bag today?" Rebecca teased,
Rebecca is the front desk ladies, she has long brown hair and hazel eyes, I sometimes think she could be a model, she's so pretty. I give her my library card so she could scan it.
"Haha, yup today I'm just relaxing" I stated
"Ok, if you need anything you know where to find me" she scans the card and gives it back to me
"Ne gamsahabnida"
I put the card back in my small backpack I want to see if there were any leftover chairs. The weekends are always busy with old people kids or students working on computers. I saw one open that was in the corner, I went and took it and started opening my bag, I took out my computer, binder, pencil, and the USB drive. I felt like a secret agent looking for evidence to give to the FBI. I inserted the USB drive into the computer, it read demo. What could my eomma possibly write about? I clicked on the file and music started playing, I gasped when I heard Eomma's voice. It was so beautiful, soft, and sweet. The song was talking about how she was so grateful to have my Appa and her family in her life but the part that she didn't finish was describing the hard part of being a wife, an eomma, and being famous. It sounded like she was happy for her life but it wasn't perfect as she wanted it to. I could feel her feelings through the music like I could relate to the song, it was giving me goosebumps of how good she was. When the song ended, I had some ideas of what to add, I noticed that she used a lot of soft tones, not too much on the loud side. I take some notes and started writing what came to mind.
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I spent a good amount of time writing, but it was getting late. I packed my belongings and walked home. I put my AirPods in to listen to some music, and to also get some more inspiration for the song. One particular song that I love singing to is one that I wrote a long time ago, it was one that eomma helped me writing and produce it. I started singing it, it had a nice rhythm to it. I was so into the song that I accidentally bumped into somebody.
"Oh mianhae, I didn't see you!"
The tall man was about to yell at me but he didn't
"Abigail, is that you?" The man asked
I recognized that voice, I turn around and see Seokso in front of me
"Seokso, what are you doing here, I thought you were with Darla?" I snapped
"Um yeah, I was heading towards her house but I heard a voice, I was trying to find it but then I bumped into you"
"Oh the singing, that was me but it's terrible" I sighed
"No it's really good, I never heard you sing before, it's beautiful"
I look at him with disbelief, why is he now wanting to talk to me, he had all the time to talk to me when he was with Darla.
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The Missing Piece
Fanfic❝Things have been so hard lately, after eomma died there was something missing in my life, my happiness, my paission was all gone, but I couldn't figure it out what it was.❞ Could she find what she's looking for? Will she be able to have that specia...
