Half_Boiled_Man

"All I ever had was the piano" Is what I used to think. Through the bullying and isolation, he served as my voice. The only voice I ever had. Well, now I have Jishi. The guy who barged into my life. "Sorry" he said. He used to ignore me a lot, but I didn't dislike him. In fact, he was the only person I counted on. A genuine friend, someone who I can trust. Well, that is until someone, no, something broke into the music room. A BAT?!

Convict of Silence

I knew the answer far before saying anything. Regardless, I spelled the words aloud. Loud enough so he'd hear. My wretched "I love you".


His emerald eyes pierced mine, puzzled. Dulling as they slowly realized what I meant. His hands shook, paling into a ghost. The sight stabbed at my heart. Bit by bit, selfishness tore at my heart. Delicately surfacing my ugly self. 


So I left before my tears took the stage. Despite them being long overdue. As I pushed them back, for one more meager second. I spited on Yata because I'm envious; because I'm me. 


Today clouds take the skies, as I reminisce about it for the hundredth time. Accompanying them was a gentle rain. Caressing my lonely room with its noise. As if to soothe my fickle heart. 


Picking myself off of bed, I walk towards the door. Stumbling through the clothes sprayed across the cold stone floor. Leaving the room, I glimpse at the violin, neatly sitting in the far corner. From its silence, it begged.


"Don't cry, I'm with you," consoling me.


I've always neglected his company. But if anyone stood beside me, it was him. The embodiment of my solace and guilt. My strong yet feeble violin. Tears stroke my cheeks as I rushed to its side. 


"It started as an act. But now I thank you, my dearest friend," Embracing the violin in my arms, I cried. Letting my cracked voice stain the messy room. 


I've always thought of myself as an actor, a faker. Someone who neglects himself to stand with others. That's why I'm an idiot. I've neglected my own voice in the violin. My one genuine voice. 


I cried for an eternity, tightening the violin in my arms. The rain cried with me as it continued to pour heavily. Amidst my cries, a strange noise broke up to my ears. A light ring that pierced through the silent house.


Realizing the doorbell's ringing, I struggle up to my feet. Wiping my tears as I head towards the door. Taking deep breaths, I open the door. Before my eyes, a pale boy drenched in the rain before my house. 


Chapter 32: Genuine Cries