It was raining outside. I was standing at the window, looking at the rain as it fell from the cloudy sky. The sound of the rain as it hit the ground pleased me. I felt cold breeze brushed against my cheeks. I liked rain. It gave me a calm, warm feeling.I looked up at a square clock hanging on the wall of my class. It was 3 o’clock. Everybody must have gone home. I enjoyed watching the rain for a few minutes more before I decided to go home. I grabbed my bag and walked out from the class.

While I was walking along the corridor, I suddenly stopped in front of the music room. I didn’t know why but I felt like playing piano at that time. I have quitted playing for years because of something that happened years ago. I opened the door and saw a white piano there at the corner of the room. I closed the door behind me and made my way to the piano. I put my back down and sat on the bench, ready to play it. The only song that I could think of was one of my favorite songs, Nothing Better by Brown Eyed Soul. Without any hesitation, I played the song full heartedly.

It was a little bit awkward because it was my first time I played the piano since years. It brought back my memories, my childhood years. Everything had changed now. Time had changed me too. After I finished playing the song, I let out a heavy sigh. I was actually proud of myself for being able to play piano again.

“That was great.”

I was still at my place when a sudden voice from the door greeted me, making me all clumsy. The voice, sounds familiar. It cant be!

I turned my face to where the voice came from. I was right. It was him. I was so shocked that I didn’t know what to do when my eyes suddenly met his.

“Why did his eyes have to be so beautiful? This makes me love him more,” I thought to myself.

We stayed like that for a few seconds until I turned away, facing the piano again because I couldn’t stand his gaze. He was looking into my eyes like he was trying to read my mind.

Kibum who was still leaning against the closed door said, “You never told me that you can play piano.”

“Because I don’t want people to know,” I replied.

“Why not?”  the question came out easily from his mouth. It’s a question that I always afraid of. That I always avoided because I didn’t have the guts to say it, the darkest memory of my life.

“You don’t want to know,” I said.

“Oh yeah?Try me,” he replied confidently.

I didn’t know what to do then. Who was I kidding? It was Kibum  I was talking to. I couldn’t avoid his question. My mind went blank whenever I was with him. It left me no choice. This feeling had been kept in me for years. I think it was time for me to let it go. So I decided to tell him.

I took a deep breath before I started my story. I told him everything, from the beginning till the end of the story. It was true what people said, share your feelings with others will make you feel better and I did felt that way. It felt like a load of burden had been lifted off from my shoulders.

At the end of my story, I didn’t realize I was crying when suddenly I felt something cold my left cheek. I turned to my left. I was so shocked that I was about to jump up of my seat but luckily I was still rational. He was there, standing next to me, smiling at me.

I couldn’t move my body as he stepped one step forward and sat right beside me. Our faces were a few inches away from each other. I couldn’t do anything. It was like my body was glued to the bench. The next thing I knew, his hand was wrapped around me making me warm and safe. I could smell his cologne, vanilla flavor.

“It’s okay to cry sometimes. If it can make you feel any better, I don’t mind,”he said, tightening his hand around me.

I was practically stunned. I didn’t know Kibum was this caring. Usually, he just sat by himself, doing his things alone. At that time, I felt like there was something big stuck inmy throat. I choked on my words. I lost for words, except my tears. They found their ways down to my cheeks. Then, I realized for once I wanted to be myself. I wanted to be me again. I wanted to be the old Soomin.

I buried my face in his chest and cried as hard as I could, causing his school uniform to be soaked by my stupid tears. At that time, he didn’t say anything to me except brushing my hair like my appa used to do when I was a little girl. It did comfort me though.

After 30 minutes of my dramatic crying scene, I went home. Kibum walked me. I didn’t want him to but he insisted so I just agreed. When we reached my house, he gave me his warm smile again before turned away to go home.

I was about to go inside when I heard him said, “If you ever feel like crying again, you can always come to me. I can be your crying shoulder.”

I froze at my place, my eyes followed him until he disappeared from my sight. I couldn’t believe he actually said that to me. It was like a dream come true. That day was the happiest day of my life. I went inside hoping that tomorrow will be a better day for me.