Your Symphony.

Pt.11

Her hand was as light as a feather, warmer than the sun and the feeling of holding such hands felt like I was on top of the world.

Safety.

Reassurance met and boosted my confidence.

I was flustered, but the feeling must've been mutual.

Silence arose in the presence of the others but that didn't matter as I felt coveted by the one who saved me.

It's utterly frightening to find myself falling for a woman, but why when she's just another human being?

I find her eyes enticing, her smile warm and welcoming.

Her words are honey that seep into my ears and sink into my soul.

If I'm to drown, I'd rather drown in this infatuation, growing with feelings of admiration and longing for someone I can't have, who I mustn't have.

But I want her. This Son Chaeyoung, I want her. Is the feeling the same?

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Fingers that hit the keys played effortlessly every note, ringing and echoing against the walls.

Myoui Mina played the piano with a passion, one that ignited a fire in her heart due to the arising feelings she had never felt before.

She was stuck on the way it felt to be saved, to be cared for the way Chaeyoung had the other night.

When she took her hand, she couldn't help but be grateful beyond belief.

If Chaeyoung was her savior, how many times could she thank her on her knees?

She was the only other person other than Sana that made her feel loved, feel special.

But it was different this time because she was feeling the butterflies she had never felt before.

Her heart couldn't help but beat to the rhythm of her song from Chaeyoung's heart. That sad tune, she had grown accustomed to.

It's familiarity brought her comfort and she didn't want to hear anything so somber other than it.

The music that rang and roared from the piano she was playing, began to vibrate the walls, sending its song through the music room and through the Arts building.

And the one who could hear it was no other than Myoui Mina's muse.

Her sweet Son Chaeyoung of night and day could hear as clear as day the emotions that sprung from such notes.

Mina was truly on fire, each melody carrying a storm of feeling and Chaeyoung couldn't help but be caught up in it.

She had never heard anything so beautiful but vigorous in it's wake.

Chaeyoung thought about what she had done the night before, being a hero unintentionally for the older woman.

She couldn't fathom everything that was going on between Mina and her parents, let alone the information she retained of the woman being engaged.

She wondered if she could ask her of such a thing but really, who's business is it to know of the affairs in peoples lives?

Who was she to ask what Mina was feeling amongst all of this?

Was she allowed to feel the arising feelings in her heart for the woman she couldn't claim?

Who said she couldn't? She was feeling the slow paced emotions slowly and freely already.

So who had the right to tell her otherwise? She slowly came back to reality as she no longer heard the music.

And with quick movement she quickly turned on her feet- running out of the Art room.