A Thousand Lies

27| Hit with a brick

UNEDITED

"Liv?"

I looked up from my plate of noodles on the table to see Avery and Leo looking at me with a questioning gaze. We were in the cafeteria and since Jane's lunch break didn't overlap often with ours, we were sitting alone as usual. Well, Avery and Leo were sitting, with me fullfiling the role of the third wheel.

"Are you okay?" Avery asked with a frown.

"Yeah. I'm fine." I'll be fine. "Why?"

"You were zoning out. Were you even listening?" She cast a dubious glance at me.

"Uh... Yeah?"

"What were we talking about then?" Leo asked with a smirk.

"That you are annoying Avery every minute?"

Leo frowned, a look of offense crossing its features. "Hey!"

"He is," Avery laughed as Leo gasped in disbelief. "But we weren't talking about that. We were saying you and Al have been distant lately."

"Oh."

"What happened?" Leo raised a brow. "Al isn't answering me or showing up to classes."

"I.." Come on, think of a good excuse. "I'm late for class."

Before they could say anything, I had rushed out of there and into the hallway.

What am I going to do?

I can't avoid them forever.

I have to be there for the showcase.

Final rehearsal for the orchestra performance.

And finding a donar.

I still couldn't believe my kidney was failing. Again. When it happened for the first time, it didn't really matter because one of my kidneys was healthy. And I had my family by my side.

But now? I had to find a donar. The hospital was doing their best but if they couldn't find a donar before my kidney failed, there was no guarantee that I would survive.

In other words, no guarantee that I wouldn't die.

I might not survive.

I might die.

The thought was morbid, yet fitting. Afterall, there was no way of saying for sure that I would live until we found a donar or even after the fact.

As I walked aimlessly along the hallways, I noticed that I wasn't walking to class at all. My feet had carried me to the familiar greenary behind the school, where an old school building stood in all its glory. I took a deep breath, shaking my head in the process to get rid of the morbid thoughts.

And then I heard it. Just as I had heard it on one spring day when I found Alan playing the broken piano. And the music that flooded my ears sounded just as beautiful, if not more.

I knew it was Alan that was playing; from the thousands of times I listened to his music, I could tell that much. It was the same piece as before. Beethoven's moonlight sonata.

Yet the music that had sounded upbeat and joyful on that spring day now sounded dreary and grey to my ears. Maybe it was the mood I was in, or the grey clouds crowding the sky, it sounded like grieving.

The cold wind touched my skin, picking up the dried leaves and dust along with it. I shivered at the coldness and looked up to see the dark clouds. Hopefully it wouldn't rain. The music however, wasn't hindered by the weather.