Who Shall Put Forth on Thee - TwoSetViolin

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Thank you Bushi (the original writer) for allowing me to translate such a beautiful master piece. If you wish to read this fanfic in Chinese（please do if you can because it's 100 times better), please proceed to lofter and search
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Please enjoy! (๑╹ω╹๑ )
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They finally reach the point – The proudest raconteur loses his speech, while the best listener becomes absent-minded.

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Just how every single relationship goes. When people start to feel tired of each other.

For no particular reasons.

Brett threw an unaccountable amount of temper on Eddy. From loud arguing to utter silence, Eddy stomped his way out, leaving the room with this passionless, toneless question:

"What's wrong with you, Brett?"

Although it was a question from the bottom of his heart, but his tone ended with such disappointment when he called his name.

The clanging of the door lock finally cut through the deepest silence. The apartment was freakily empty. Even though their argument was still embedded in Brett's mind, he can hear nothing but his overly fast-pounding heart rate.

Damn it.

Brett closed his eyes, collapsed his shoulder as if he had just walked out from a dreadful concert. While feeling upset, he pulled his hair that was rarely neat until it ended up looking like a ball of mess.

Damn it, god knows what's wrong with him?
His internal scream could never be louder.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Brett?"

Who the heck cares about whether the arpeggio in a cadenza should be performed with a crescendo or decrescendo? It is only a matter of personal interpretation, and should never be a reason for a quarrel.

But, the explosion of emotions does not come from nowhere, doesn't it?

Brett sat down, allowing his body to sink deeper and deeper into the couch.

His abnormal temper has been lasted for at least a week. At first, it was manageable, but today his mind went haywire. It seems like as if his brain had completely lost control of his body, his frustration, like a black flame burning away his last trace of sanity.

As if he has lost all of his energy, the violinist leaned backwards, looked up at the ceiling, and inhaled deeply. What was following with that deep breath, was an un-resigned sigh.

He knew it all along that this could happen.
He was not annoyed by Eddy. Instead, he felt annoyed by himself as he fell for Eddy too easily - he knew that Eddy has a lover and he has no signs of interest to people who share the same gender. Just like how drug addicts cannot pull themselves from drug use, his conscious perceptions nevertheless failed to stop himself from relying on Eddy.

From the quarrel, he witnessed how Eddy's eyes dimmed from his initial surprise to utter disappointment and finally, to this hollow stare as he mindlessly blamed Eddy for everything. He could almost hear his heart shattered into countless pieces of despair.

NO -------

The clouds are tinted with bitter orange, no lights are turned on despite the lack of sight. It is a deliberate action by Brett. He sat as the fading sunlight gradually left the darkening world, with the ageing air, he buried his face in his palms.

Oh god, he has to apologize to Eddy.

--- for his feelings toward him that has already crossed the line since god-knows-when.

-TBC