Since a lot were getting confused about the girl in the music room and Yixing's first love.

I thought it was best to explain it through a story.

The girl in the music room and his first love isn't the same.

So here it is..

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She was a breath of fresh air. Everything she does is like sunshine to me. She was playful, and the first friend I made other than my best friend. She was this small-framed woman, who instilled all the energies and smiles in the world. She was this woman I was very much in love with.

“I love you,” I said, trembling as I spoke as I softly said my first confession. These feelings I had been harboring for her for years, are finally out in the open. With my bounding heart, and sweaty palms, I await for her reply. Having the time to finally give her a glance, I was curious to why she was looking at me, astonishingly. Unconsciously, I made a move, but she faltered back. “Fei…” I said worriedly as I seek for her voice, but she held up her hand, making me stop in an instant.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, not knowing exactly why I was apologizing, but seeing her face contorted into something I didn’t expect, made me said those two words.

Instead of answering, she paced back and forth, not seeming to give me the time of the day. I wanted to ask her what was wrong? Why was she acting like that? And how come she didn’t want me to come any closer? But my anxiety got the best of me, and in the end, I hold my tongue.

At last, she faced me, and her brown eyes locked with mine. “Yixing… you can’t,” she finally said something, but I felt sadness and pity in her every syllable. Both worried and curious, I asked why. The pain of rejection was seeping in every part of by being. I knew I wasn’t that good-looking, I have average grades and I still act like a child, but why? Things went on, and it hit me hard. Maybe she doesn’t think that we’re suited with each other.

“I’m sorry,” she said weakly, as she shook her head. I could see the tears she was trying to control, I wanted to comfort her, but the next words, stop me at my feet. “I’m leaving.”

“What?” I asked feebly, not understanding her words. Leaving? Where? She approached me. With those silent heavy steps, she came forward. I could only watch her, as she comes nearer. “We’re moving to the US,” she explained, as she closed in the distance between us. Without anymore words, she wrapped her arms around my waist, h