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Chapter lxii.
 
My memories of my past.

When I was just a kid.

I grew up, following whatever my parents told me.

Like a puppet, just like my sister, doesn't have a direction of my own.

They told me to eat that thing, I eat.
They told me to do that thing, I did It.
They told me to play the instrument, I played too.

But, in just one mistake I did, they labeled me as a useless child.

Untalented.
Hopeless.
A fool.

It was a lonely, painful past that I don't want to go back to.

I already broke the strings, so I'm free now. Whatever their reason to come here,

I don't know.
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.
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"Is Akira here?"

Our conversation averted when a deep, commanding tone ented the room, asking if Aki is here.

I look to see who it was,

Confusion is written all over my face.
No, all over our faces.

Then my gaze turned to Aki who became quiet, stood frozen on where she is standing.

who is this man?
And what's his relation to Aki?

Who knows!

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