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"Don't miss me." She said.
Yet I still miss you whenever I'm remembered.
We were both eight years old when we met.
You had vibrant purple hair, and lilac eyes that stood out. Meanwhile I, with blazing red hair and crimson eyes.
I was a new student in the school, and you spent a lot of time helping me since I didn't know much.
You were good at speaking English. I was surprised, really, since it wasn't the main language here.
You talked to me, but I didn't talk much back, so you constantly asked why I don't talk much.
I was shy.
Only weeks later you invited me to go to the mall with you.
We arrive. You saw a piano and ran towards it, urging me to come along.
I stood beside the large grand piano in the middle of the mall while you sat down. You fingers finding the right position, you started to play.
As you played, you made mistakes, but none of the less, you were really good.
You asked if I knew how to play the piano.
I stood there, not replying, and realising I wouldn't answer, you pat your hand to the space next to you.
I silently sit there, and you tell me to play.
My clumsy fingers pressed random keys, and you just giggle at me.
From that day on, you taught me piano after school for three hours. Three hours.
After a few weeks, we played a duet together. An easy one. It was fun playing together.
By the end of the year, I had to move away, back to where I use to live.
We had no contact with each other, although you did give me your number, I wasn't able to call.
For three years we couldn't talk to each other, and for three years, I played the piano by myself. Alone.
Then came things like Facebook.
My eyes lit up when I found you on Facebook.
You've been living somewhere else for a year, the place that I was about to move to soon.
When I moved, we met up again, and I transferred to your school.
I played the piano, and you were impressed at how much I improved over the three years.
Over those three years, I always kept the piano in my heart.
You played the same song when I first heard you play piano, except it was a different transcription and style. It sounded way different than before, so I asked if you made it yourself.
You told me no, and showed me the video from whom you learned it from.
Eventually, we both entered a piano competition, and you got an award. Not first place, but you still did well!
Soon enough, we graduated middle school, and applied to the same high schools. Early September, we had the same classes and were always with each other.
By the time it was October of the school year, you were going to school less and less, which was out of the blue.
"Why?" I asked.
You told me that I won't see you again, and you won't be coming back.
"Please don't miss me."
I got upset that without any reason, you completely left, and you slowly stopped going on Facebook too.
One year later, I found out why you left. I was angry and sad at the same time.
她離開的世界, Your existence was diminished.
You had cancer, and I hated that. I hated cancer.
Soon enough, I got cancer myself, and I wish I died then.
I knew you would be disappointed if I died on purpose, and I also did it for someone that I loved at the time.
For months I did chemotherapy, and I was angry that you never told me.
This is why I play piano, this is why I love being a pianist.
I liked you.
I know it's not that great of a story, doesn't have much detail, and has many open holes.
I did it this way because the story is vague for me, so I made it vague here. I'll appreciate any reviews and criticism.
I'm also dearly sorry if I translated the Chinese into wrong words. :x
Future stories will have much more details and words. Pinky promise. c:
