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Walking every day in the train station on the way to his classes he kept staring at the old public piano.
every time he was there different kind of people were playing, weather they knew how or just for the fun of having a public instrument free to be played.
For him it was a desire that hunted him, the want he felt toward the instrument wanting to play it every day, he never could bring himself to do so.
He felt lost in his own mind thinking about one desire.
A friend already asked him about playing the old piano but he kept shutting him off.
Multiple thoughts and anxiety ran over him. The boy did not play for a while do to the grief he felt.
The piano hunting reminding him of what he have lost .
Time passed again and summer became fall and then winter, The piano stayed in its place and he kept of thinking of it every day.
Until one day at a snow Storm when The train got delayed and he found out classes got canceled he was stuck at the station Sitting in front of the instrument, not knowing how he got there not wanting to leave he decided that through the pain he'll play.
People were waiting around him for news making his anxiety getting worse of what will the think of him playing.
But he wanted to so badly his body ached.
It has been a while.
"Are you about to play?" asked a soft voice behind him making him turn, a boy, a beautiful boy was standing in front of him a violin case on his shoulder.
Rosy cheeks from the cold, in white student coat hugging his body, he looked so soft.
“Would you like to play with me something to pass the time?”
The pianist was shook, never having someone actually coming up to him, but smiled and nodded agreeing to the Strangers suggestion.
The violinist set ON THE PIANO taking out the violin and holding it to his shoulder, “what would you like to play for me?" he asked as he knows every music piece that exists in the world.
in a Small voice of want the pianist opened his mouth answering "Rain”.
The violinist nodded and smiled softly as he crossed his legs moving the bow on the Strings to make a sound.
The pianist also moved his fingers making the beautiful Sounds creating harmony of sound and music making him feel alive for the first time in a while.
The violinist eyes were closed as he played, he was fascinated by them, like they are the only people in the world creating music and not a big group of people standing surrounding them listening and recording.
He didn’t care he was so happy.
It was still snowing out side when the train came back to working and the end on the piece.
The sound of applause making the two smile.
"Thank you" said the pianist as the violinist putted back his violin in its case. “It was a pleasure, thank you for opening up to me."
He noticed through the music through the change and comfort change. The pianist could only smile.
“Are you taking the train back?" "yes."
Would you help me? I just moved here,” the violinist asked.
“sure where are you headed?"
"aren't- you going to ask for my name first?”
Something about staying mysterious got him better, but he was dying to know and so he asked.
"Lee Minho, headed to the north town."
"Han Jisung Same thing."
So there they were, Jisung the Pianist and Minho the violinist.
A start of a new piece.