Disclaimer: I don't own La Corda D'Oro.
OK, I'm going to let you guess the genre. I hope you enjoy it!
Summary: There are a lot of ways to express how you really feel but Len was confused about one part.
Tape Recorder
Len considered himself an idiot, much like a tape recorder that only repeats what it's taught to say.
He thought life was like a tape recorder in some cases – repetitive, annoying, and saddening.
And he himself was like a tape recorder for he was repetitive – repetitive of his feelings, his tactics of saying them, and his words. And so was she – recurring in her responses.
This time, Len thought of a new method in expressing his feelings without the use of words or symbols. Music, he would play Ave Maria in front of her and strum the strings as if it was the last time he would be able to play.
And he did; the notes flowed like the waters in the rivers, the way he drew his bow was smooth – he did it with perfection and grace. Yet, the abyss was there, no matter how much he tried to cover it up with the wonderful sounds of his violin. Everyone knew why, everyone knew – except him.
More power…
Make it perfect…
Make her realize…
Make her respond…
And then a big throng of emotions hit him and the strings broke with one stroke, the stroke second to the last note. He dropped his violin on the carpeted floor and the soft 'thud' woke up the crowd. This was new – but everyone knew why, except for him.
He gazed at her pretty face and he cleared his throat to utter the words he usually thinks about whenever he thought of telling her how he felt. Quite repetitive, the feeling was no different – it was ridiculous.
"I love you…" he whispers for only her ears to perceive. But the sound died before it reached her, and dissolved into the low murmurs of the audience from the back.
"I love you…" he said once more, a little louder than the first time he said it; however, she did not respond – the spectators grew silent as the seconds passed and he grew impatient.
"I love you!" he yelled and the tears he tried desperately to hold gushed out without his consent. The feeling threw him on his knees – he wept, he cried… for the first time. Everyone knew why – except for him.
He kept saying 'I love you' and the crowd remained silent in their seats, dug their graves there and held the sobs that threatened to come out. Tsuchiura and the rest looked away for they could not stand this one bit – a devastating scene that led the group to tears.
Len persisted with his feelings, even if the sentences that left his lips were nothing but mere recorded messages. But those words were the truth, and there wasn't any other way he could relay it in front of her. That, he knew.
Nevertheless, he knew that they weren't enough to make her realize.
A sonata was in front of him – she was there.
A familiar feeling engulfed all serenity…
A cold breeze kept him frozen, blew his hair and dried the tears on his cheeks.
A tape recorder, he remembered, and dug his hands into his pockets to get a black tape that contained his music, his words, and his feelings.
He lifted himself up and hesitantly looked at her.
She was smiling and it was enough to make him smile back; however, it wasn't enough to ease a mere fraction of his pain.
He sighed, for he longed to caress her face – to feel her warm skin, to hear her voice. But a thin glass stood in the way and all he could do was stare and cry and lament on what has already happened. God, it was repetitive.
And he placed the tape on the surface, a white rose beside it; he pushed his hands into his pockets and walked back to his seat.
Like a tape recorder, she had the same response whenever he told her he loved her. She repeated the same course of action even though she knew it hurt him.
He knew why.
She was already deaf.
She was already mute.
She was already blind.
And she was dead.
She's dead.
Kahoko's dead.
And it was repetitive.
Like a tape recorder…
—End
OK, so the genre is tragedy/romance. I think that's a first, right? Please don't kill me! It just came over me – I mean, what would happen if she died? The title was a bit confusing, eh? I'm sorry but I think it worked out… I think. Anyway, I have two stories being written and if you ever want to see them, review!