Chapter 140: Unspoken Notes

The sound of the piano disturbed my hearing, a melody that made me realize that my footsteps had brought me to the front of the music room. I opened the unlocked door slowly. As I had expected, he must be there.

"I'll wait for him," I murmured softly, almost inaudible even to the sound of my own breathing.

I leaned against the wall while looking at Kenn's face from the side. I closed my eyes, trying to dive into and merge with the notes he created.

I didn't know what melody it was, but just listening to it was enough to make me feel the combination of low and high notes that were so harmonious. For a moment, I felt as if I were standing before a stretch of calm sea.

I inhaled as deeply as possible to enjoy the beauty of the instrument. I don't know since when, listening to his piano playing has become part of my hobby. I always feel calm.

But a few minutes later, Kenn's playing suddenly stopped. My eyes immediately opened.

"I knew you were standing there since the first note started," Kenn said without turning even a little.

"I didn't intend to disturb," I replied while straightening my standing position. "Just continue, the performance is very good."

Kenn chuckled, his fingers still resting on the piano keys. "Is it good because of the melody, or because you're avoiding something?"

I held my breath when Kenn suddenly stood up and walked toward me. His steps were calm, but his gaze was difficult for me to interpret.

"Where did you go yesterday? Skipping school?" Kenn asked when he was standing right in front of me.

I nodded slightly. "I just wanted to get some fresh air," I answered softly.

"Without telling me? You know I was looking for you all over the school?" Kenn narrowed his eyes, demanding a further explanation.

"My phone died," I said quickly. "Besides, I thought you were busy with your practice."

"My busyness is never more important than you," he replied softly.

Kenn continued to stare at me, observing my every movement with a calm face. It was as if he intended to peel me apart with nothing but his sharp gaze. I don't know why, even though it was only a gaze, the effect was truly extraordinary. I felt my whole body shiver from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. My legs often became weak on their own whenever I was near him. I am not exaggerating, this is the reality I feel.

"What's wrong?" Kenn asked. His voice felt like it was attacking my sense of hearing.

I gasped. I moistened my lips with a feeling of unease. "Nothing. I'm just not feeling well," I lied.

"Stop lying," Kenn cut in coldly. "Your face can't hide anything."

"I'm not lying, I'm just tired," I replied, trying to sound convincing.

See, he always seems to know even the smallest change that happens to me. I fell silent. Not because I intended to, but because I felt unable to produce a sound.

His steps moved closer, erasing the distance between us until I felt the tip of his shoes touching the tip of mine. He took both of my hands, then draped them around his neck. I immediately looked up, staring at him who was now bending slightly to watch me.

"Why do you always try to keep your distance, when your eyes say something different?" Kenn whispered right in front of my face.

"I don't understand what you mean," I whispered hoarsely.

"You understand. You understand very well," he pressed while tightening the lock of his gaze.

My heart raced like the sound of galloping horse hooves. The pounding was so strong that it made me think the organ might explode at any moment.

I couldn't believe it, just his simple touch and gaze were enough to make the turmoil in my chest grow even stronger. He was driving me almost crazy.

However, I must not sink into this uncertainty. Perhaps, I should run away from a relationship that should never have existed.

I tried to release the link of my hands from his neck, but Kenn's reflex movement was much faster. He held me there. I looked at him with a pleading gaze, but he slowly shook his head while moving both of his hands to my waist.

"Don't let go. Just let it be like this for a moment," he pleaded in a lowered tone.

"Kenn, this is wrong," I said with a trembling voice. "Someone might come in here."

"Let them see," he answered indifferently.

Silence enveloped us for a few moments. Our eyes met for quite a long time, until his husky voice broke the quiet.

"Say it," he whispered. "What is it this time?"

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