The sun burns above your skin. Sweat threatening to trickle down your neck, as you slumped against the car's window. The scene blurred before your eyes. Old, but strong houses. You're going to live in one of them. You were over with the melancholy of leaving the memories on the doorstep of you former home. Leaving your friends were the most painful. 

 

It won't make any difference. Someday, you're going to leave this world too. But, as long as you're fortunate to live longer, you're going to live to the fullest. 

 

You sighed. 

 

The truck that had brought the furnitures to your new home is behind you—parking on the side of the road after you. 

 

The smiling lady who is your mother pulls the door to your seat. Her welcoming smile influencing yours as you bounced off the car. "Aren't you a little happy today?"

 

The shrug you gave made your mother roll her eyes before she ascended down the path. As you followed a small object caught you from the corner of your eyes. The object who caught your attention seems to wave its arms on your way. You proceeded to that object.

 

With no doubt, that object you saw is a music book. It appears to be old as the pages are already smuged with ink. The corners of its covers are also damaged. The titles are written in a cute handwriting. You smiled more to yourself as you flipped a few more pages. 

 

"(Y/N)!" 

 

Your head lifted up from the brown pages, hearing the sound coming from the house. You shouted back, "coming!" 

 

The music book which is pressed on your chest falls lightly on the top of the coffee desk on your way to a particular room. It's dust pooled over the glass. You probably need to clean that later. 

 

The room where your mom called is a small square room where a glass wall stood on one side. It seems to be a practice room. As your eyes travel around the room, the one that lured you the most is the brown piano that is placed on the opposite side of the room. Its keys exhausted, though it looks satisfied from its previous owner. 

 

Your fingers twitched as you reached for it. As much as how crazy it sounds—the piano seemed to smile to you. 

 

"Is this ours?" You asked, a finger pressing on the long white bar. 

 

When the sound came out, your heart seemed to bounce against it. 

 

"I still don't know dear...the owner might come back for it." Your mother replied with confusion. "Though I'm sure it's forgetten...it's been three years when the former owner left this place..."

 

To check the other parts of the room, your mom left the room, leaving you alone with the old piano. 

 

Rushing with thoughts, the only idea you have is that music book. What if you play that on the piano? How will it sound?

 

The piano waited for seconds for your arrival when you left for the music book. Though the ink is smudged, you can still read it. This is the time where the piano lessons you took will finally pay off. 

 

Your hans lay gently on the top of the white and black bars as you found your fingers swiping through each keys. 

 

The music book finally stood before you on a pristine stand. 

 

The first song is nostalgic, as if you've heard it somewhere. As you continue playing the piano, the music becomes slower, coming to a sad tune. Because of the mesmerizing sound, you lost your focus along the way, touching the wrong key. 

 

You released a sigh, taking the music book off from the stand as you randomly picked for another song. Yet, as you flip, you noticed a piano playing from somewhere surrounding you. 

 

It's not the piano before you, but as you turn, you realized its coming from the glass wall behind you. The ghost like appearance of a boy younger than you plays the piano—eyes closed, and head rocking slowly against the tune. You can't believe how a boy younger than you can play better with the piano. Though instead of exaggerating the thought, you simply mused.

 

Due to that, you never had the time to speak. That happening leaving you speechless, even causing you to curse under your breath. 

 

The boy on the on the glass wall seemed to hear you curse under your breath. The piano stopped playing and his faced turned to yours. With the boy's slow movements towards you, it convinced you that it might be something like those from horror movies. You kept your lower lips in between your teeth.

 

Even his stare settled at you, holding the whole universe—deeply...watching you.

 

"Who are you?" You asked. 

 

He too, appeared to be slightly surprised of your voice. But, sooner he left you wandering alone as he returned to the piano as if you didn't exist in the first place. 

 

The reflection of the boy disappeared. That left you with questions. Who is that boy? Is it possible? Maybe it's not really a glass wall? 

 

You walked towards the glass wall touching it slowly. Once your skin felt the smooth glass, it nudged away. 

 

That is the day when you met the boy's reflection from the glass wall. The glass wall that is horrifying yet surprising to show something that's magical and impossible.