Four girls fate did reap

Miraculous powers these girls did keep

Four boys fate sent to girls' great powers

They will meet and fall in love at different hours

But each boy a girl will love,

And their powers with fade into the sky above

But love will not come easily for the girls

The boys will send the girls' hearts in whirls

Many hardships will be brought to the trail

But Love will always prevail…

Right?

"One more measure." A beautiful woman with soft brown eyes leaned over a big black piano at a small girl with matching brown eyes and brown hair pulled up into pigtails. "Please, honey."

The girl pouted, while her small fingers moved back to their starting keys, "Do I have to?" She whined.

"If you don't practice, you won't be great!" The woman smiled, while she rubbed her daughter's hair, "Now, start again!"

The little girl sighed and started dancing her fingers along the keys.

...

A few years later, and the same little girl, only now in her early teens, sat at the same piano while the same woman, older with gray streaks in her brown hair, leaned over the piano again.

"One more time!" The woman barked, her earlier gentle appearance gone, "With more feeling!"

The young girl started again, with a look of disgust on her face. "Darling, no!" The woman yelled more, "I said with feeling."

The girl paused, and looked at her mother with devil eyes, "Fine." She huffed, placing her fingers back on the keys. "You want feeling?"

The girl banged on the keys, which made a horrible screeching sound. The older woman covered her ears, "Darling!" She shouted, "Stop that!"

"Fine!" The girl stood, yelling, "I hate this stupid piano! I hate you! I hate everything about it! I QUIT!"

"You can't quit, honey!" The woman's stiff demeanor loosened, switching from teacher to mother, "You love the piano!" She slipped her arms around the young girl's delicate shoulders.

"No!" The girl shoved the mother off, "I hate it! I hate this!"

"But, honey…" the mother took a step towards her daughter, trying to comfort her.

"No! Don't touch me!" The girl turned and ran out of the room, "I'm never touching another piano again!"

"Honey!" The mother called after her daughter.

A door slammed.

The woman sat on the piano bench, "Taeyeon…"

...

That night, the pretty girl with the bright, sad sapphire eyes eased open the door slowly. She peered in the hall, which was dark and quiet.

Slowly, she made her way to the piano. She sat down at the abandoned instrument and opened the case over the keys.

"I'm sorry." She whispered to the keys, "But this is our last time." There was a moment of silence, as if the girl was listening to the keys, "I don't hate you!" She finally said, "I hate her. I hate…that there's no freedom. I hate the stuck-up playing for concerts and perfection. I don't play for that."

The girl placed her hand delicately on the keys, "I play for…me, I guess."

The girl took a breath and then pressed down on the keys, "This is goodbye." She whispered.

Out of the piano came the most heartbreaking, beautiful sound that could be heard. The girl played a short measure, nothing long, nothing extravagant, nothing that would wake up any other members of the house hold.

When she finished, the house was filled with an unnatural silence.

She smiled at the piano, as if it could smile back at her, and closed the lid.

"Goodbye." She whispered, touching her fingers to her lips, then to the closed case.

She her heels, then, and didn't look back.

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I'm breaking up with you. We can't be together any more. A small yet beautiful girl with long dark brown hair and doe eyes tossed over in her bed as the dream carried on.

Two figures danced across her mind. Both were in dark silhouette, so she couldn't see there faces. She saw an empty parking lot, and kisses in the rain. She saw a gentleman, a sweetheart. She saw picnics and smiles and laughter and safety.

The girl wondered, subconsciously, if this was her true love.

And then another figure entered the dream.

Another boy, with steamy kisses and connection and passion and chemistry. There was the mystery, she felt, and the risk. Something she could lose. Something she wanted to keep.

In the dream, the girl and the new boy stood behind the other boy's back.

And then, the small girl felt it.

The heartbreak. Even in a dream, the heartbreak was too much to bear.

She was the two silhouettes pulling her, and she felt as if she was going to be torn apart.

No! Her dream voice wanted to shout, but like all dreams, she couldn't, Don't make me chose! No!

And then, the dream ended. Leaving Yoona alone and scared.

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Silence filled an empty household. A young girl with fiery brown eyes and blonde hair brushing her hips looked, scared, around the room. Half of the things that once filled the room were gone.

Maybe he's hiding, the young girl thought. She, in a bit of a panic, started running around the house in a search.

She called out his name.

There was no answer.

Gripping her arms, the little girl shrank against a wall. He's gone. She thought to herself, just like that.

Gone.

Tears fell out of the young girl's eyes.

Gone.

...

The same girl, years later, with fiery brown eyes and long blonde hair crossed her feet and looked out the window.

She saw lots of things. She didn't know how to describe them all, but she wished she could.

There was a taste in the air. A taste of chance, the girl decided.

She looked around her empty room. Everything was packed.

She felt a surge of memories rush at her when she looked at the boxes. The emptiness. Leaving. The girl knew all about leaving. About running away. About leaving no evidence behind.

She hated it.

The girl tucked her legs up to her chin and rocked herself on her bed.

Traumatic? She joked to herself, As if.

She unfolded her legs and walked up to the large windows on one end of her room. She peered out the window, like she did every now and then, and wondered if he was ever coming home.

Jessica knew better than to hope, than to wish. Wishing led to hoping and hoping led – ultimately – to disappointment.

She reached up and closed the blinds.

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Another sister. Another legacy. A tall girl with black hair repeated the words to herself.

Legacy. Shadow. Following. She reminded herself.

To be honest, the girl didn't want to be anything like her sisters. She wanted to be her own person, and wear clothes that fully covered her body. But there was a part of her that wanted so badly to impress. To be accepted. To not be 'the other sister'.

She wanted to be known.

Sometimes, the girl felt like a robot. Programmed to do the pleasing of her older sisters. Whatever they said, went.

Whatever they wanted, that was what the girl was supposed to do.

The only thing the girl had actually stood up to her sisters on was dancing . The sisters had wanted the girl to be an 'exotic dancer' like they were.

The girl had always thanked herself that she had stood up to them on that one.

Don't disappoint us.

Disappointment. That's what the girl was afraid of. Disappointing them.

I'll do whatever it takes.Yuri told herself, a determined glint in her  eyes, I'll do whatever it takes to please them.