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Twelve

BRETT'S POV

"Mom, I'll be leaving to Melbourne." I packed my bags and grabbed my car keys, "Where are you going?" "To professor." I went to my car and drove to Melbourne. My phone started ringing but I refused to answer the phone call, always drive safely. It's a long ride to Melbourne but I really need to talk with my professor. 5 hours in, I stopped by at the convenience store and ate lunch by the window. Y/N used to be with me at this hour.

It doesn't matter, I need to talk with my professor. I went back to my car and continue driving, someone's calling me again, I answered the call, "Brett?" "What?" I replied, annoyed, "Didn't you tell Y/N you're leaving to Melbourne today? She's worried sick about you!" No comment, I hung up the call and continued driving, "Dammit." I mumbled under my breath trying not to get angry. Why am I even mad?

It's 5 PM, I'm almost there, I stopped by the gas station and grabbed snacks and refueling my car. I checked my phone, realizing I have missed calls from Y/N and unread texts. I went back to driving and shit. I have no place to stay in, I guess I'll sleep in my car tonight. I continued driving until night came. This is a damn road trip, I turned on my car radio, listening to these so called 'songs' by everyone.

I've been living with a shadow overhead

I parked my car at the private parking lot and placed sunshades my windows. Why didn't I even think of staying in a guesthouse? I turned up the car radio, listening to the songs being played. Pop songs aren't really that bad but nothing can surpass classical music. I would be pissed if professor isn't home, I have to wake up at 4 AM to continue driving. My phone vibrated as I checked my notifications.

I've been sleeping with a cloud above my bed

It's Y/N, I still don't have the guts to reply. "Goodnight Y/N." I mumbled to myself and set my alarm clock at 4 a.m. I took off my eyeglasses and went to sleep. I'm forcing myself to go to sleep, I just can't go to sleep. What the hell? I closed my eyes and wait for my brain to shutdown. Y/N, thank you for everything. Why the fuck is my brain thinking about her? Cut it out, go to bed! Should I call her or what? I sat up straight and grabbed my phone. 

I've been lonely for so long

I called Y/N, I've never been so nervous calling her for the first time. She finally picked up, "Brett!" I startled, "I called you just to say goodnight." I told her, "I'm still mad at you." She said, "And why are you mad at me?" I asked coldly, "Why didn't you tell me you're leaving to Melbourne? I'm very worried about you." Her voice started to crack, "You don't need to worry, I'm doing good." I yawned

Trapped in the past, I just can't seem to move on

"I need to go to sleep, I need to leave at 4 a.m. Goodnight, Y/N." "Goodnight, Brett. Take care, love you." Excuse me, what?! She hung up the call, my jaw dropped. Did I hear that right? It doesn't matter, I should go to sleep. My face is burning right now, dammit. Am I turning scarlet again? Calm down, Brett. It's just a friendly reminder. I closed my eyes and went to sleep, I really need to leave at 4 a.m. tomorrow.

I've been hiding all my hopes and dreams away

I woke up to the sound of my alarm going berserk close to my ear. I groaned and stretched my arms, I got myself ready for another roadtrip. I sat down on the front seat and started driving again. Shit, I'm still tired but I gotta arrive at Melbourne at 8 a.m., I turned on my car radio, listening to these so called "pieces". Some of them sound good, while some are lamentable to hear.

Just in case I ever need 'em again someday

Time check, 5:30 a.m., I stopped by the coffee shop and yawned. Then suddenly, my phone vibrated. I quickly checked who texted me and it's mom. Nothing interesting. I turned off my phone and drank my coffee. I don't think I can do this, I'm scared to see everyone, my stage fright is back. I really need to this for my brother, I want to talk to him. Drowned in my thoughts, my phone rang. I checked to see who's calling me.

I've been setting aside time

"Y/N." I answered the call and rolled my eyes, "Hm?" I furrowed my eyebrows and sighed, "Um, h-how are you today— dammit, Y/N, what a great conversation starter." I chuckled as I heard her swear. "I'm doing great, thanks for asking. You?" I told her plainly with a sip of coffee, "I-I'm doing fine as well. The violin classes were boring without you." I widened my eyes, "What do you mean 'boring without me'?" I frowned.

To clear a little space in the corners of my mind

I gulped, "Ah, forget everything I said." I sighed, "Okay, whatever. I should get going. I'll see you soon." I hung up and finished my coffee. I continued driving to Melbourne, feeling relieved to see the welcome sign by the road. "It's good to see you again, Melbourne." It's been so long since I visited Melbourne for my practices. I took a sharp right turn and slowed down, "Is this the right place?" Fuck, I can't remember.

All I want to do is find a way back into love

I guess this is the one. I turned off the car engine and got out of the car. I remember my violin teacher, I've heard he retired as a teacher and became a luthier. I knocked on the door and breathed out sharply. I hear the doorknob and shake and finally opened the door, "Oh blimey, it's dad's student." I hear her whisper to herself. Her daughter's all grown up now. "Dad, someone's looking for you!" She yelled from the hallway as I waited for my teacher.

I can't make it through without a way back into love

I checked my phone to see any text messages, "He—" He stopped speaking when I looked up to him, "Oh dear, Brett Yang!" He pulled me a hug as I startled. I'm not used to hugs don't judge me! "You've grown up so fast. It feels like it's yesterday when you first got your lessons." He chuckled, "Mr. Grawert, I'm joining a violin competition at Brisbane. So I was wondering if you can help me play better." I asked him plainly. "It's been years since you stopped joining at these competitions. Of course I'll help you." He gestured me to enter his shop and sighed.

This is going to be tough for me.

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to anyone wondering who's mr. grawert, it's actually olaf! we love our wholesome olaf. <333

~cara