“I don’t know if I’m scared of dying but I’m scared of living too fast, too slow Regret, remorse, hold on, oh no I’ve got to go There’s no starting over, no new beginnings, time races on And you’ve just gotta keep on keeping on”
“I don’t believe anything, don’t trust anyone anymore But I believe you when you say we’re never gonna fall Hand behind my neck, arm around my waist Never let me hit the ground, you’ll never let me crash”
↠Summary: Piano; A keyboard of cypress, played with soft and loud. Was it the ivory and onyx keys that let you escape from your reality…Or was it the man with sable hair and ivory skin.
↠Genre: Angst, fluff.
↠Warnings: This fic contains slight domestic and verbal abuse as well as mature subjects. Sexual assault. Mentions of depression. This may be triggering, read with caution.
author’s note: I decided to turn this into something a little more angsty, in couldn’t resist lol I hope you enjoy. Updates for this series on Thursday or Friday, enjoy!
You panted heavily, stretching your arms and holding your hands behind your head to give your lungs a break. The sun hadn’t risen yet. You liked to jog early in the morning, to avoid the pounding heat of the sun. Mom always says exercise is a good way to take time for yourself, but you’re using it as an outlet to escape from what’s been going on. Your brother hasn’t been home for a week now and you couldn’t help but get worried—well, you were relieved and worried. The house was peaceful; but sad and even depressing.
You were ashamed to admit how bad you’ve been emotionally eating. When you got home from work you went straight for the sweets, or you wouldn’t eat at all. When you were at school you were getting by on boba teas. But this week you made the decision to get yourself together, eat better, exercise and even sleep more. It was making a difference, somewhat. After this you had a doctors appointment, your body pains have gotten better so you were hoping you could get off of the pills soon.
The bridge crossing the lake was just as beautiful as it was at night, it looked so poetic in a way. It was the kind of place friends should go to walk and talk about their innermost feelings and joys. When your dad was still living he’d take you and your along with him to walk around the city. The packed train station was a place to look for adventure, pick a place to stop and your adventure begins. The pictures in my distant memories were perfect—the current me was an image, a moment where loneliness had stopped time. No one would know how lonely you were. You didn’t even know.
I drove back home, eager to get to the shower.
You walked up to the counter, handing the nurse your papers. “Hi, I’m here for the 8:45 appointment with Dr. Lu.”
“Ok, I’ll check you in. You can have a seat.” She went to her computer and you went to wait in the tiny waiting room.
A few minutes went by and they called you to the back.
“Hello Miss. Y/LN. How are you?” He came in, smiling with his usual clipboard and coat.
“Hi,” You sat down, holding your purse in your lap, “I’m good, and you?”
“I’m great.” He looked over his papers and sighed. “So, how are your body pains? Has the medicine helped?”
“Yeah, my shoulders still get to me when I’m really stressed but other than that they’ve been pretty good. I was wondering if I should keep taking them, you know? I just don’t want my body to become dependent on it…it kind of makes me depressed, I shouldn’t have these problems, I’m so young…”
He nodded his head for a few seconds before sighing. “Well, it’s not fibro myalgia so that’s good. And you can get body pain for a number of reasons, it’s not always age. But you told me that sometimes your almost in tears from the pain, I do want you to live comfortably. I will prescribe the same pain killers and you can pick them up at the drug store.”
“Thank you Dr. Lu, I really appreciate.” He opened the door and you bid him farewell. When you got to the front desk the nurse gave you the prescription and you thanked her.
You left with your purse on your shoulder and the prescription in hand. You couldn’t have been more lonely right now. With heavy steps you walked to the bus station and sat on the bench.
When the bus finally pulled up you used your coins to pay before walking to your usual spot, leaning your head against the glass.