Journal of anime ramblings, fiction works and reflections
Her small fingers moved delicately over the keys. A melancholic and soft melody that contrasted the dissonance outside her closed room door. Their shouts grew louder. Something shattered. She banged harder on the keys, the sound crescendoed, embodying the core of her emotions. In the background, the rain became heavier, the thunder louder as if the chorus to her song. It absorbed their shouts, her anger and exhausted her until there was nothing left but the echo of her sobs in the silence.
(Instrumental piece: When The Love Falls by Yiruma)