(Sequel to 'The Flaws In Us')
After 5 years studying in New York and 3 Years not coming back home, Kai is back to go back for Christmas and also to attend his high school reunion. Although he didn't want to go, he has one reason that made him go bac...
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Kai
When I get home that day after going to the concert with Stan, my heart felt nothing but butterflies swarming. I got inside the house quietly, making sure to not have mom and dad woken up by the sound of my clumsy footings. I must admit, sneaking around wasn't my best suit.
With the guitar in my hand that I borrowed from Stan, I took it upstairs slowly. Every time I took a step on the stairs, I made sure to not hit the guitar onto the wall or the stairs that would eventually cause a sound. I know, I know... I did tell my parents that I was coming home late but if they're asleep now... I didn't want them to wake up now. Not in the state where my face has been smothering red.
Once I was in my bedroom, I put the guitar onto the bed. Before I even try to do anything further, I headed to the bathroom to get myself ready for bed.
Thinking to myself, I enjoyed the day greatly. It was the first time I ever went on a date and it wasn't that typical date that I usually hear from people. Where they go to eat somewhere or watch a movie or something. This date that I had was just fun and memorable.
As I finished changing clothes, I went to the bed and grab the guitar in my hands. I've watched him play before, so I guess it wasn't that hard? My fingers went on to do a C chord, lining them on the strings ever so softly. Then I strummed.
It sounds nothing how Stan did it.
"Eh? Why does it sound like that?" I questioned myself. I wasn't quite satisfied with how it sounded, so I push the strings harder. Maybe that would help. When I strummed it again, it sounded much better to my ears. At least.
I smiled to myself when I finally strummed my first chord. That was an achievement there.
Out of nowhere, a knock came from my door, startling me. "Kai? Are you still awake? Go to sleep now. You'll be late tomorrow," Mom's voice echoed through the door, making silent.
"O-okay mom," I mumble, putting the guitar aside.
Phew... I was glad that it wasn't dad
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Bringing myself to reality, I put my hand onto the guitar that was in front of me. The memories of playing the guitar for the first time of my life was excruciating... to my fingers. But now I got the hang of it. I realized that I didn't need to push the strings too hard.
I was on my flight back home. It was a Saturday morning and never did I ever leave the apartment first for a flight back home. Usually, that would be Ryan. Bubby was on another seat. They didn't want him to sit here which would cause trouble, they said. I had nothing to argue other than agreeing with them. Although I hate it when they take him away from my hands.
"That looks like a nice guitar, can I see it?" spoke a familiar voice from beside me. I haven't taken notice of the people was sitting with me but when I did, I smiled. It was the old lady from when I met at the train. How coincidence that we're going to the same place?
