To: the Piano Player
From: Me
Why can’t I see you?
To: Me
From: the Piano Player
Because you wouldn’t like me if you do.
To: the Piano Player
From: Me
Why is that?
To: Me
From: the Piano Player
Saying so would just make you hate me more.
To: the Piano Player
From: Me
Is it that bad?
To: Me
From: the Piano Player
Uh, YES.
To: the Piano Player
From: Me
Don’t worry, idiot. I’d still think that you’re the most beautiful girl in the world no matter what you look like.
She never responded.
For two weeks.
YOU ARE READING
The Piano Player
Teen FictionSome people were born into lives that seem to be written by boy band-obsessed fan girls, or introverted poets, or dreamers that never stop floating into the clouds. With lives full of conflict and interest and changes, they just simply made chameleo...
