resonance {kay; blitz}

Tsubaki tells me that she misses the old me, I can't help, but shrug away her touch, when she tries to reach across that canyon. Looking away from her sad, pitiful eyes is easier then trying to fix the hole that her death left behind. The cruelest thing, is that it isn't a hole entirely built by grief, there are are fractured edges of relief and comfort that the woman who had forced so much upon me was now gone. But where the threads of relief begun they quickly ended, to be drowned out by a guilt as thick as tar, that it may as well cover the stars and hide them from me. She also says that my eyes have lost their touch, no longer are they riddled with the stars, twinkling with the light of youth just as any young persons should. Instead, she reminds me, time and time again, they're sad, they look old, as though the light has faded from them.

It makes sense, though, this world that was once filled with so much colour has faded to the tones of black and white. When I turn my gaze towards Tsubaki and stare at her eyes I am not met with the blue that they had once been, but with a startling contrast of grey that conflicts with her pale skin. It's strange, how the piano keys before me are as simple as this story, yet, there is no music left in them, because it's no longer in me.

Sighing heavily, I spin away from the piano keys, turning my back once more away from a life I had lived. The music room of the school is my safe haven, a place hardly anyone every dares to step into, and yet it is also my nightmare, the years of abuse reflected on the glossy surface of the grand piano. It's both my saving grace and hell.