People say that it's easy to forget a person. Out of sight, out of mind, they say. But how come the harder you try to forget, the more vivid the memories become?
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Click!
The lights lit up in the concert hall as the curtains parted to reveal Spark sitting in the middle of the stage, lit by a single spotlight. Princess Sophie was clad in her beautiful dress as she sat in the auditorium alone. Spark squinted at her as he thought of Molly.
Molly and Sophie had lived completely different lives. Sophie grew up in a loving household where she was spoiled to no end while Molly suffered endlessly. His heart still ached whenever he thought of all of the things that Molly had gone through.
He placed the violin under his chin and the bow on the strings. With a gleam of sadness coming into his eyes, he began to play.
As the violin sang through the quiet hall, Spark was drowning in his music and thoughts. The image of Molly flashed in his mind. He recalled that snowy night when he met Molly in the streets of London. He took in Molly and said that he was taking a day off from work. When in fact, he just wanted to protect her. He was a free man and that was what he liked to keep. He didn't like being hindered by any rules of some sort in both his life and his music. He didn't want to be like his mother. But when he met her, he had come to realize that everything in life was, indeed, fated.
After all, he was still his mother's son at the end of the day. It's not a very good feeling to love someone who doesn't love you back. He wasn't the one she loved but that didn't change the fact that he would do anything for her. Even if it sometimes meant ruining his life, ruining his self.
As the bow was drawn across the strings of the violin, it rolled out a beautiful melody, dripping his great anticipation to a happy life. Although there was only one audience, Spark was still very dedicated and he played the music to perfection. Sophie was sitting silently, enjoying her personal musical feast. She stared at Spark without blinking her green eyes, fascinated by his talent.
Spark was completely lost in his music as if he was just one with his violin. His life had been meaningless until he met Molly. And from then on, his music had been nothing but beautiful, endowing love and soul in each note. And he had no idea what he would do if Molly ever left him.
Spark's hand hung in the air gripped on the bow as the last note dropped. He closed his eyes as he thought of Molly crying in his arms. 'Molly, I found you in a sea of people. The luckiest accident of my life. In all the places that I've been, you're the most beautiful sight I've seen. I hope I'm your last stop in your journey.' Spark's words were all coming from his heart.
But it might also just be wishful thinking, he couldn't give up the idea of them being together. Even if she didn't love him back, that didn't change how he felt.
His face slowly broke into a smile as he dreamed about a future with Molly. His face was radiant and exuded happiness.
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