Daybreak to twilight, a whole day’s scenery being fully experienced. It’s been ages after episodes refusing to step out for long, and weeks of not setting foot out at all. Ciel spent days in bed, and sometimes a couple hours on the computer playing MMOs. It compensated the teen’s lack of a social life. The only company were of relatives, and they had things to do unlike Ciel.
Staring up at the darkening sky, the teen reminiscences of then. All of childhood spent with a twin sister and their grandparents who filled in the roles of parents. In music and entertainment, Ciel’s twin sister practiced ballad and singing. As did Ciel, but was to be a pianist prodigy. The pair of twins were heading towards a promising future, then Soleil fell sick. That wasn’t going to hold her back, and time at home she learned to illustrate.
Life wasn’t heading to something promising and secure. Their grandparents fell deceased years after, and soon so did Soleil. Life fell apart, robbed from anything good. Ciel’s mind dyes white and it seizes away fond memories, just like the lives seized away of loved ones. What the future could’ve been became erratic.
「What you going to do?」A familiar someone motions.
There are no plans. There aren’t any goals. Ciel slumps and shakes his head. ‘I don’t know what I’m going to do. There’s nothing in mind.’ he answers.
「What about piano? I loved hearing you play.」The familiar someone brings up.
Ciel disagrees. ‘You can’t hear me play. You can’t hear anything. What’s the point? I lost my love for it.’ Looking up, he sees a frowning girl hold a hand to her chest.
‘I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to… I didn’t know you’d get upset.’ The girl doesn’t answer. Tears form in his eyes, and in a blink, she’s gone.
Head raised, he sighs. It’s the truth, isn’t it? A passionate flame blown out, Ciel contemplates while following the sidewalk. Fingers that can’t glide against the keys, he picks up speed. It only produced horrendous sounds… Ciel jogs. Staring at that damn instrument, they keyboard… It morphs into a grin, mocking me! He runs faster. And so does the jarring sound——!!
A strong grip tugs him backwards away from traffic and a beeping car.
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