Prologue

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A boy sat at a piano with his eyes closed, not looking down at his fingers that danced on the keys. The notes the boy pressed told a story, his story. Not his whole life, but the best parts of it; the moment where he met the person that would be with him through the highs and the lows, making his heart feel like it would burst with happiness; the boy who he had spent many nights with and made him feel so special, but also had him crying and wanting to give up on everything. He had him feeling like running, instead of facing his problems.

The boy opened his eyes while he ended the song. The spotlight lingered on him as he looked at the keys of piano. He could hear his heart beating in his chest, and he was breathing slowly as he closed his eyes again, not wanting the moment to end. Opening his eyes, he saw that the light was over him, hitting his eyes so that they shined, making them look as if they were glowing. He still heard the music in his ears as a small smile crept upon his face and looked at the crowd.



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