In a small town where the rain was constant and the smell of coffee filled the streets, lived Scarlett, a lonely young woman who found solace in books and the soft sound of raindrops banging against her window.
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pianist who expressed her feelings in music, who did not know how to have intimate and strong friendships, who was afraid of love, wanted one like the ones in the many books she had read, one that protects her, with which she can leave fear and express herself, one that always protects her and that makes it clear to her that it is not wrong to be the vulnerable one sometimes, with whom she does not have to play strong, with whom she can finally open up and tell and express everything that she can only express with the keys of the piano.
Scarlett had built a world of her own between the pages of her books, where she felt safe and protected from any wound the outside world might inflict on her.
She had learned to fear love, convincing herself that it was better to be alone than to risk it
