Love Symphony

Love Symphony

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I am now sitting here, peacefully, in this big wide hall. But in this big wide hall, there is us, only us. You are standing there, both visually and musically charming, playing your violin and putting all of your emotions into this new original song. I look at you, at that sharp jawlines, at that high cheekbones, at that shining bright blue eyes, at that well-sculpted nose. You are into this song and you are constantly moving your arms and bodies. You smile when you see me focusing on you. You love my attention and my satisfactory. Our gaze meets and music is our only words. Nothing in here is made redundant. In here, it is just you and me. The song is played beautifully. All the melody, it is just perfect. You look at me and smile and I can see that noticeable dimples which make you even charming and hot. Everyday, I can just feel that you are getting hotter and hotter. Today, you had yourself styled and hair swept aside, and that is enough to melt my heart because my melting point is 1000 fahrenheit but you are 5000 fahrenheit hot, how can I not be melted? You walk to me slowly and puts your violin beside me. I know that song is for me. "Do you like it? I hope you do because I have put many effort in it. I have used 3 days 5 hours 38 minutes and 5.11 seconds to compose it although my record is..." I cover his mouth. "Stop babbling," I chuckle."And I know what is your longest time in composing a song. 5 days 6 hours 24 minutes and 8.07 seconds, right? I remember." I smile. "And thank you, I like it a lot." "How about the composer? Do you like him?" he teases and wiggles his brows. "I don't know. You tell me?" I chuckle. "Really? He is hurt now..." He covers his heart and pretends sobbing. "You know because he really loves you, my dear." He says. "I know, it is just..." I can't believe how much he has actually changed. However, I don't think he deserves people like me. Music draws us together but in my concept, backgrounds will only draw us apart.
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Hate War

His cold eyes moved from my face to all over my white lace dress with a clenched jaw. I felt weak in my knees but I was successful in keeping my brave face. "Nina is that you? You are looking so beautiful" he said while looking at me. I blushed I was still feeling burning holes in my back I gulp down nervously. "Have some drink?" he said while taking a glass from the waiter. "No she is leaving," said the harsh voice next thing I know champagne was all over my dress staining it and making me gasp. Before I could react he gripped my hand & dragged me near the pool area where no one could see us. I snatched my hand away from his tight grip "Why the hell you ruined my dress" I half yelled. "What the fuck you are doing at my party looking like a slut" he yelled angrily while pinning me to the wall. Listening to his words my blood boiled. "Let me guess you came here to ruin my mood by showing your ugly face," he said with an angry smirk letting me know his hate. "Stop giving yourself so much importance. I'm here for your mom. My face may be ugly but ugly souls like you are not even worthy of my life's single second" I said angrily and pushed him away from me but he didn't let me go away. "I can hide my ugly soul beside this face but ugly ducklings like you carry their ugliness which can't even be hidden by beautiful dresses because they stain everything around them with their ugliness" his words were hurting my soul. I won't give him the privilege to see my tears. With all my power I pushed him making him stumble and fall into the pool. "Happy birthday," saying that I tried to walk away with a victory smirk but he didn't let me go. Things he did to me after that still send a shiver down my spine. One thing was clear that day I would never want to see his face again in this life. But I don't know why the hell I am standing in front of him in church wearing a wedding gown. Looking at his victory angry smirk plastered to his face with my glassy eyes.

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