Above the clear stagnant waters of the lake was a fairy, looking at her own reflection with a smile on her face. Both hands resting on her back, holding a long, silver flute that she used to play with passion. Yoona gracefully sat on the soil before letting her body brush against the soft, green grass that was moist due to the morning fogs. Her hand carried the flute in her bossom, that bobbed in each heavy breath that wanted to get out of her chest.
Lately, melancholy seemed unforgiving, not letting go of her mind. She wasn't usually sad, but her hands wouldn't agrre with her. It just kept on playing her flute the wrong way, eerie notes flew out of its tube, and sometimes, her hands would even form a non-existent melody that was never in the music sheets.
It may look creative, but receiving knocks from the next room to complain about her "noise," and all other complaints coming from the office wasn't really a good sign of being "artistic." Yoona jolted from her seat, and started playing another piece intended for the fishes who would accidentally end up in a mysterious place due to the changing of seasons. Yet, she plays it with her forehead scrunching in disappointment, ears perking up in each wrong note that she pressed before trying again and again. An endless loop of trying to get things right.
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Random Thoughts
RandomWala, random thoughts ko lang talaga. Puro ito scenario na hindi ko maialis sa utak ko o kaya naman gusto kong ilabas. To prevent plagiarism, ilakagay ko na rin sa wattpad. Hope you enjoy reading my random thoughts!
