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Cello
By Joanah Cammille G. Ong




Prologue


"Get out! I never want to see you again!"

Crack. The sound of shattering ceramic was heard all over the house. The floor had pieces of various flower vases scattered, some that contained flowers had water dripping all over. A young child by the age of five was crying on the ackground, held by her mother. The woman who had shrieked was holding another in preparation, and by her appearence of having disheveled hair, she had been throwing both fits and flower vases for quite sometime. The recipient of her fury was already packing up his materials on his way out.

"Ophelia, it's only been seven years since we got married, and you throw me out of the house just for this? Even before we got married, you know very well that I love playing the cello, and I was just teaching our little Criselda how to play it."

"And that's why I don't want her playing that instrument," she exclaimed, "she wouldn't be a successful woman if she just taught children how to play music! I don't want her to be JUST a teacher, darn it! I want her living a life of pleasure, without any distractions like, like that!" She pointed at her husband's leather cello case, in which the cello has already been packed.

"But living without music is like a body without a soul..."

"Apparently, Cedric, I have no soul."

Cedric became silent and carried his belongings. The crying child ran to her father before her mothe could ever stop her from doing so.

"Daddy! Please don't go! I still want to learn how to play the cello. I like how it sounds, and I want to play it again! Please?"

The man smiled sadly and told his daughter, "I'm sorry, dear. But I really need to go now, your mom wants me to be somewhere aside from here. Be a good kid, alright?"

He pecked her on the cheek and whispered in her ear, "Don't worry, dear. Just keep on playing if you love it so much, I love you, and take care."

He let go of Criselda. She was still crying as her mother held her tightly, eyes still furious and focused on Cedric.

"I regretted ever marrying such a man who never thought of life seriously."

Then the last thing that happened was that the man went out of the house, never to be seen again.


(Sorry that kinda sucked. I'll edit it later.)