A Flute

A flute. That was his last gift to me. And it was because of that wretched flute that he had died. I still remember that night, holding him in my arms while he breathed his last breaths. I still blame myself for his death. If only I hadn't bugged him about buying me something for my birthday... If only I hadn't been so obsessed with music. There are so many if's but they can never change the fact that my only family I ever had was dead.

I hated that flute. I used to blame it for my brother's death, but that was so foolish. I can only blame myself. After he died, I couldn't even look or hear music the same way I did before. Whenever I tried to forget or make music, it never happened. My sole inspiration was gone.

Luckily for me, it only lasted a month. One month of mourning, one month of living in hell. But those thirty days were something I could never forget; they were engraved on my mind- and my body as a reminder. And when those days were over... Let's say life was a whole lot different.

-Angel Lin

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