THE VIOLINIST AND HIS PIANIST. / KTH

twenty eight

i don't remember

the crowd cheering

for us as i walked

backstage,

but i didn't care.

when i walked inside,

i couldn't help but

burst into tears

as all the contestants

looked at me.

they stared at me and him

together with questions.

i couldn't hug him

as he was in a wheelchair,

but he got up,

limping,

to give me a hug anyway.

"it's okay, i can still walk,

so it's nothing serious."

i looked at him,

and pulled him

to a spot

where there were

fewer people.

i carefully lifted

the eye patch up

to examine it,

and i almost screamed

when i saw the state

they left him in.

"taehyung!" i yelled.

"sola, i'm alright,"

he pushed it off

like it was nothing.

"did they catch the

people who did this?"

he nodded his head quietly.

i didn't do anything else

in fear i would've

hurt him without meaning to.

"why did you push me out?

i should be in your position,"

i said.

he shook his head.

"i could never live

with knowing

that i let you get hurt

like that."