Chapter 4

       Year sat on the bed and stretched her arms above her head to relax her muscles. 

She looked over to the violin case as she let her hands down. She had mixed feelings.

 Year didn't know whether is was excitement or nerves. It was the same feeling she had when she was heading over to the last house ten years ago. But she knew, today she was not going to fail.

 As she was swimming deep in her thoughts, the scent of food snapped her out of it. She got out of bed and let her nose lead the way. She walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. The marvelous kitchen was filled with scent of egg. 

It was she when laid eyes on the food that she realized how hungry she was. Her mouth watered as her nose filled with the wondeful smell. She swallowed the scent as if she was eating it when a voice startled her.

"Good morning!" Justin said with a smile.

"Good morning!" She replied as she pulled her eyes off of the food and onto him. 

His hair was messy and wet as it laid on his forehead. He smiled with his dimples that complimented his look and he was wearing a thin shirt that sticks to his body as his own skin.

"What?" He asked curious as to why she was staring at him up and down. It was as if she could hear his thought, she quickly looked away.

 "Did you cook all of these?" She asked.

He nodded his head 'yes' and told her to sit as he surved her breakfast.

"Is it safe to eat? Because last time you cooked for me, you almost killed me with food poisoning." She teased in a sarcastic tone.

"That was ten years ago. I have improved since then." He replied with the same sarcastic tone.

They sat across from eachother as they ate in silence. The sound of fork colliding with the plates filled the room.

"I washed your clothe. It's in the drier." He finally broke the silence.

"Thanks. I was wondering what i would wear today." She commented.

"You should go shopping since you got your clothe stollen. I can go with you." He offered while trying not to sound as exited as he was.

She chucked "I don't need more clothe. It's not like i'll be staying here for long." 

Justin looked up from his plate to her. She was serious. 'What is it that she had to do?' He wondered to himself. His disappointment at the thought of her leaving shocked him.

He cleared his throat and asked "What are you going to do today? If you're free, we could catch a movie or something." He looked back to his plate to avoid her gaze. Something about the way she looked at his eyes send chills in his head.

She answered hesitantly "I... I have something i need to do. Maybe some other time." And before he could ask anymore questions, she stood up, thanked him for the meal and went to her room. 

She stood over her violin case and placed her right had on its surface. She remember the first day she got it.

At midnight during the cold christmas eve fourteen years ago, she heard a click on her window. She heard it click twice. 

Someone was throwing tiny stones at her window. She slowly got out of her bed and opened the blinds to see who it was. She saw no one but a big box cought her eyes. 

Year could see her name written with big letters on top of the box. She slowly went down stairs, opened the front door and walked out. 

She went to the back and looked up at her window and then down at the box. 

She carried it inside with out making a noice as to not wake anyone up and closed the door with her leg behind her as she entered her room. She sat the box on her bed and opened it. 

It was a violin case.

 She carefully took it out and placed it next to the box. She looked into the box again and found a letter. Year thought maybe some of her friends got it for her but as she read the letter, she abandoned that thought. The letter was well written with graceful handwriting. 

None of her friends wrote that way at their age. She opened the letter and whispered the words to herself as she read it out loud

Dear Year,

No human shall spend their christmas eve crying alone on a park bench. When you feel lonely play this violin, for the sound will fill your heart with hope. And you, my dear Nebu, are the last person who should spend christmas alone. 

From: Secret santa.

She figures it wouldn't be anyone she knew, because why would they give her a violin. 

She had never played an instrument nor had she ever shown any interest to. She got confused. 

How did this person know she was crying alone on the park bench?

 Why did that person call her Nebu? What does Nebu mean?

 She had too many questions and her ten year old mind couldn't answer any of them. But they all escaped her mind as she slowly placed her right hand on the violin case and slides it in its surface.

"Your cloth has dried up." Justin's voice pulled her out of the memory pool she was swimming in.

"Thanks!" She said as she took her clothes out of his arms. She saw him looking at something. She followed his gaze and landed on her violin case. From his expression, she could tell that he had so many questions. 

But right now she didn't have the time to answer any of them so she thanked him and closed the door on his face. 

After she changed, she grabbed her violin case and she walked out. It might have been ten years, but she still remembered the way to the last house clear as day. She was confident when she left Justins' house but it all started to fade away as she got closer. When she was a few steps away, she stoped. 

She couldn't believe her eyes. 

The last house was getting torn down.