he was on stage today. It surprised me. he was playing this sad but beautiful melody on the piano and his damn eyelashes touched his cheeks when he was looking down, making me fall for him some more.
he wouldn't look up and he couldn't see me but i still hid behind a tall guy, discreetly peeking at him. i wanted to go up to him, tell him how i felt about that line he'd highlighted on page 67 and ask him what made him do it.
i know i should've just toughened up and talked to him. because i couldn't give the same excuse every time.
it had become my business now.
❁❁❁looking at louis play the piano is a kind of high.
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Short StoryHe smoked when he was sad. And that was nearly always. I hated it. But it was none of my business.