Saying that the Piano Player feels like shit right now is a complete understatement. Shit happens. Your heart breaking into a bajillion microscopic pieces doesn’t.
It was the Piano Player’s fault, not saying anything to Shane. Still, the Piano Player just watches Shane walk away not realizing who he’s leaving behind. The wind blows through his hair just right and the Piano Player just wants to run fingers through his hair and die in the feeling of being so in love with that boy… but no. That isn’t going to happen. At least the first part won’t, and that is actually feasible.
“You’re right, Shane,” the Piano Player mumbles, kicking a stone into nowhere. “Love sucks.”
Especially for Piano Players named Henry.
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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...
