[aphrodite]

Chapter 1

The strings of the cello echoed within my ears. With each string the memories of my life haunted me chilling me down to my bones. The empty concert halls are what is left of my life. Nothing more and nothing left for to love once and never to love again is what I have to endure.

5 years ago.

The concert hall full with joyousness to hear the orchestra play a sat waiting to begin the show with the cello against my chest and the bow within my hand as I run the bow gently across. Tho I preform this song for the past week solely in practice the song echoed with more of a charm up on the stage while I played it for the people that came.

All in the world seemed to stop as a played as if the music I produced had halted time. I had everything going for me the man of my dreams a man that wanted me solely to himself. As I looked upon the crowd for him as I played my solo the seat that I reserved him was empty. Had he not come to see me play had he given up on me or was he busy. The strings know echoed sorrow as I felt my heart pour into them their happiness was no more.

Once the show was done I walked back stage with my cello there laid a basket of red roses I looked upon the card and it said. 'My Lovely Yue Su I love you' I picked up my phone and called him just to hear his voice. As he answered the first two words he said was "I'm sorry" the words wrong through my head. He then later explained to me that there was a business meeting he had to attend to at that time and told me that he would see me the tomorrow.

As the next day came I sat up in excitement that I was gonna see him.



Present Day

"Who knew that within the next few days my life would be worse." I whispered to the empty concert hall the days when I played my cello there haunted me yet at the same time they where happy memories. Tho he had broke my heart I was happy to have meet him because without him my life was dull and boring. Yet looking upon the stage I had played on and practiced on the one memory that haunted me most was the day the wicked women took my cello and smashed it upon my back.

The word **** still echoed in my mind.