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Hands on the piano. I carry them to my legs. I'm incapable to do it.

« Hey what's up ? Why are you crying ? »

I look at him.

I sigh and keep looking at my hands.

« -Do you need help ?
- Um... Yeah. But I don't know how you could help me.
- Is it about your song ? »

I want his help.

I open the piano and say yes. He seat next to me.
I can do it. His presence will help me. I just have to believe it.

I missed his touch. I still miss it.
How can I success ? This part is so hard. Even if I want to do it, I fail. As always.

« Be concentrate. »

Be concentrate.

« Now show me ! »

I'm going to show you !

I play... I don't fail. It's perfect. It was impossible one minute ago !

« Congratulations ! »

What did I win ?

« Do you want an award ? »

He comes closer to my face. I shake my head and he kisses me.

What I am doing ?

Tears fall.

« It's okay to cry. You miss me, right ? »

I look at his hands.

« - I miss you too much... Please come back...
- I can't choose. It's life.
- It is not even human... Why ? »

Please come back. I miss you.

« - Many people can understand how you are feeling. Talk to them !
- But I want to talk with you ! I want your hugs back ! Your kisses ! Your jokes ! Your touch !
No.
I don't want them. I just want you. Just you... »

I hope you are happy.

« It's life, baby. Even if you are my patner, the only one I love... »

I was in heaven with you.

« I won't come back. »

You didn't have to join it. You didn't deserve it.

His hands start to disappear. Then his arms, foot, legs, shoulders, stomach, chest, neck, hair, ears.
I can see his mouth, one last time.

« It's been too long since I had listened to you, playing piano. »

My hands are falling alone. I want your touch.

His mouth is now dust. I can only see his eyes. They say they love me.

This piano is so beautiful. More than me. Am I even beautiful ? I am sure he is ashamed of me.

They disappear. I already want them back.

I miss it.

« It was very beautiful, but not as much as you. »

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