#abtneilp

What was our friendship like? Is it like what it is now? Was I good at the piano? Did I have a crush on you? Would it surprise you if I believed I did because of how handsome you are? Are you upset that I don’t remember you? Do you feel as if your hard work has been wasted? What did you do while you were away from Brighton? Did you miss me at all? Are you excited to teach me the piano again? Or are you just teaching me out of pity? What’s your favorite song to play? Is there a song you don’t like playing? What’s your favorite movie? 

A poem for Neil:

I couldn’t help it so I threw it all out,

I want to be your oppa.

Now I understand the saying, men are all the same.

On the ground I lay, motionless in pain.

Dancing was apart of Micha’s soul ever since she was a child. It gave her the spirits to push forward, to become the best dancer she could be. She wanted to showcase her talent for the world, and even teach others to follow her same passion. Yet, it had been weeks since she stepped foot in a dance studio. Her heart was too broken to even get out of bed some days, let alone to feel the music through her body and move along to it’s rhythm. But time was on her side, and each passing day was a little better than the other. Dragging herself out of bed, MIcha knew that today had to be the day. She brought on her usual routine; eating some breakfast, taking a shower, brushing her teeth, picking out the right clothes, and anything else in between that she had missed. Telling Areum she would be back later, Micha hopped into her car and drove off to the practice studio here in Brighton. 

Sitting in her car for a moment as she pulled into the parking lot, Micha stared down at the ring on her finger. It was the one he had left behind, the one she didn’t want anymore but couldn’t dare part with it. How many times had she tried to leave it at home, only to turn around and retrieve it once again? Pushing these thoughts away, Micha hopped out of her car and walked inside. As she was heading toward the space she had rented for the day, the sound of something beautiful filled the hallway and caused her to stop. Curiosity took hold of her, soon wondering down the way and peering into the room that held such a sound. Once seeing who was the creator behind the piano, Micha gave a soft smile. She recognized the boy from those months ago, always wondering what he was up to since then. Leaning against the door frame, she simply stood there, wanting to listen to it’s melody for as long as he played.