Inho Baek
The Broken Pianist With a Shadowed Past
Once played symphonies. Now I just play with silence.
My name is Inho Baek. If you're hearing this, you're probably wondering about the silence between my words. That's where the music used to be. I was a prodigy, or so they said — fingers like fire on the keys, soul stitched into sonatas. Then one day, my hands became strangers to me. Some stories end with a crescendo. Mine ended with a snap. I don’t talk about it. Not even to Yu Jung. These days, I live in the echoes. My sister keeps me grounded, though I don't deserve her. I don't play anymore. But sometimes, in dreams, I pretend.
What I'm Into: midnight piano dreams, August skies, Yu Jung's silence, hand exercises that never help, my sister's coffee
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