One blew away his worries with the sweet music playing from the instrument he held in his hand, singing the sad songs from his broken blue heart. One blew away his worries with locking himself in a cold, empty room, rocking himself on the edge of the bed, hugging himself, wishing it will all be over. They both had 1 thing in common; They hid themselves and their emotions with a simple smile and a simple lie. And they were both good at it. Wouldn't you be good at the one thing you've been doing all your life? (note: this fanfiction contains very sensitive topics, such as cutting, depression, etc. so if you cannot handle that easily, please click away D:)
3 parts