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Sunday, 28 September 2008
10:52
The boy sits in front of the piano. His house is in debris. His family is gone. His clothes are torn. His town is gone. His memory is lost.
He hasn't learnt to play the piano before. He doesn't know that this instrument is called a piano. He pressed a key. There was a sound. He pressed multiple keys, there were sounds. And he began pressing keys in succesion. This time, there wasn't just the sound of the piano, there were more. There was a symphony; A symphony originated deep down from the most innocent of hearts; A symphony that he would call his own.
A cloaked man passed by and saw the boy; and heard this symphony. He looked up at the clear sky. How beautiful it was, clear, blue, and in the distance, there was a cloud. It was going to shower in the afternoon, No doubt. He looked at the boy again, and watched as he played on the instrument.
He continued his journey towards the lake. As he walked, the symphony got softer, and softer. Abruptly, it came to a stop. He looked back at the town, and the torn down, two storey debris the boy was playing the piano in. 'Someday' he said, and he paused for a while, he decided to let the idea slip, as he continued on his way towards the lake.
Rendezvous Point.
I've been having these weird thoughts lately;
like,
Is any of this for real, or not?
Me
Sebastian Lim Wei
Seventeen by Continuity Correction
and that's all that you need to know.
