the night is cold as usual , as xiao sits on the pavement that he covered with a blanket , guitar in his hand.
"Day breaks and when I turn
You're not on my pillow
My head shakes and then the penny drops
Still your t-shirt on my chair
Penciled hearts on paper
I try not to think but I can't stop
And doubt sets in like a storm
I could feel it coming
And words echo out yesterday
Time pushed me to the edge
To jump was my decision
I've only got myself to blame
'Cause I have no right to love you
When I chose to walk away
I have no right to miss you
When I didn't wanna stay
And I have no right to need you
And I knew what my heart was gonna lose
I have no right to love you
But I do
I still do
I still do "
the metal guitar strings feel cold on his fingers , as he fully focuses on the music. having an office job was never his dream. he wanted to pursue music when he was younger , but his parents forbade it. as he opens his eyes, he notices as usual, nobody stopped to listen. looking at the can in front of him , he sees at least 5 dollars , and a few coins .
" better than nothing." but as he stands to leave , he sees a man with a ponytail with green ends watching him , but as soon as they lock eyes he runs off and disappears into the night . " hm. was gonna approach him but he disappeared. what a shame."
then again
and again
and again
and again.
every single time xiao performed , no matter where he was , the man would follow. he would watch from a distance , lost in the music. yet every time he tried to approach him , he'd disappear from sight.
weeks later , he decided to try again with a specific song in mind.
"I pulled you close, just to let you go
We built our love, just to watch it fall
You gave me joy, now I feel nothing at all
Is my heart made of stone, or are we drifting apart?
The sting of October snow, of October snow
Is drifting down into my bones, oh my bones
In your heart I built my home, oh my home
I should've known, yeah I should've known, I'd let you go
I'd let you goI pulled you close, just to let you go
We built our love, just to watch it fall
You gave me joy, now I feel nothing at all
Is my heart made of stone, or are we drifting apart?"
as always , he found himself lost in the music , strumming the notes as if he had done it time and time again. except this time , when he finished, the man with green hair was in front of him , seated on the cold, rocky pavement, waiting for him to finish.
