❝ maybe we are too different. ❞
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he spent his free time devoted to the grand piano collecting dust in the family room in his home.
when you were younger, you used to play around with the piano playing random songs from für elise to chim chim cheree.
he became in love with the instrument and taught himself how to play. he often played melancholy melodies that haunted the home.
but around christmas time, he'd throw in a few jazzy christmas songs to uplift the souls in his warm home.
but you never knew.
you were too busy with matt.
it had been months since he had last touched the piano due to his priorities. ever since you stopped coming over to his house, he seemed to have forgotten the existence of the black monster in his own home.
but after months of your absence, he walked into the room and sat down staring at the grand piano. his fingers hovered over the keys . . .
and he began to play.
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Nice Guys
Short Storyabout a boy who loved a girl & never loved himself enough that he lost everything. # some high rank in s h o r t s t o r y
