Venti's life as a preschool teacher, and how he manages to hide his desires for the single father of one of his lovely students.
He just stood there, on the edge of the cliff, playing the lyre for hours. At first, I thought maybe I should pull him back. Humans are fragile after all. Falling off a cliff that high would certainly kill one. But I didn't. I got too absorbed in his playing and by the time I looked, I saw him with his back to the cli...