CHAPTER 7 : LOOK HOW HAPPY AM I

Seimei sat alone in his dimly lit apartment, his heart heavy with grief. The room was shrouded in silence, broken only by the soft strumming of his guitar as he sat hunched over it, lost in his own thoughts.

With a deep breath, Seimei straightened up, his eyes fixed on the camera lens of his phone propped up on a nearby table. He reached out and pressed the record button, the device capturing the solemn atmosphere of the room.

"Hello, everyone," Seimei began, his voice steady but tinged with sadness. "My name is Seimei, and today, I'm going to play a song for you."

He paused, his gaze flickering briefly to the guitar in his hands. "My mother passed away yesterday," he continued, his voice catching in his throat. "She lost her battle with stage 4 cancer."

Tears welled up in Seimei's eyes, but he blinked them back, determined to press on. "So please bear with me," he said softly, his fingers trembling slightly as they strummed the first chords of his song. "This will be one hell of a song."

With that, Seimei began to play, his fingers moving with a fluid grace over the strings of his guitar. His voice was raw with emotion as he sang, each word a testament to the pain and loss he felt in his heart.

As the melody filled the room, Seimei's grief poured out of him, mingling with the haunting strains of his music. He closed his eyes, lost in the rhythm of his own sorrow, his body swaying with the rhythm of the song.

Tears streamed down Seimei's cheeks as he sang, his voice breaking with the weight of his emotions. Yet despite the pain, there was a sense of catharsis in the music, a release of pent-up sorrow that flowed freely with each note.

And then, as the final chords faded away, Seimei opened his eyes and looked into the camera with a weary smile. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice barely above a whisper.

With a trembling hand, he reached out and stopped the recording, his heart heavy with the weight of what he had just shared. Without a word, he uploaded the video to YouTube, the simple act a testament to the power of his music to heal and to connect.

"I'm sorry," Seimei murmured to the empty room, his voice barely audible over the hum of the computer. And with that, the chapter ends, Seimei's grief and his music intertwining in a bittersweet symphony of loss and hope.

END OF CHAPTER 7