A Key, A Tear, And Then It Continues
This I just a sad little drabble I got bored and wrote. Its just kinda how I feel sometimes, and everyone needs something to help them to let go.
Disclaimer I do not own Furuba
Yuki ran his fingers across the keys softly, letting a single tear slip from his eyes. He began to touch a few more keys softly, feeling a warming sensation in the beautiful music that he played.
This was his secret.
Yuki sat on the piano bench and let his passion consume him. He hit a note, and then cried a tear, hit another, and shed one more. For every note he played, he lost himself, broke down his barrier, and let himself cry.
Why did he feel so broken right now?
Why did he feel so alone?
This was his escape. Letting all of his emotions flow threw his body, and release through music and tears.
A Key.
A tear.
And that continues.
Why do people feel the need to break him so much? Why make him cry, for your own amusement?
A Key.
A tear.
And that continues.
He plays, he cries. This felling of sorrow, the feeling of falling.
It's too much sometimes.
Yuki grasped at his heart, and continued to play his sorrowful melody. This distressing song that sums up his life.
A Key.
A tear.
And that continues.
The feeling of slipping. He played the song much softer now, closing his eyes and playing anything his body released. He mended with piano, becoming a part of it.
One last key.
One last tear.
Yuki, took a deep breath and, left the room. Never once did he take a look back at the beautiful instrument. He just walked away, to go live in the distressing melody. To live his life.
And the song ends.
END
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