PART TWELVE

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Andrew's mind was spinning.

He was in his room now, slumped into his couch that was there.

"Maybe.."

As he stood up, he felt all dizzy and nauseous, but carefully he stepped to the piano.

"It'll all be over soon.."

He kept repeating that..it would be over.

As he sat down, he started to play a tune.
As he pressed each key, he became more relaxed.

The world was melting again, he could finally be at peace.

This gave him time to be left alone with his thoughts. What was there to think about? Zubin has been quiet for a while, huh? No, he didn't need to focus on that.

Just focus on each note, each motion.

He was going to be happy, he was going to be the happiest Andrew there was!

Knock knock knock

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