Dust
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I stare at the piano. The keys, old and rustic. The only piano he could find. The only one he could afford. I watched the piano. Every time he hit a key, dust would fly off. Dust collected over time. Over time. Over time, I grew to love him. My love for him grew.
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*currently editing** "I turned around to see Nathan, he was already looking at me with the biggest smile on his face. His hair was already covered in snow flakes. "and I didn't think it was possible to love you anymore than I already did" he gave me that look. That damn look that had me head over heals every time. I don't think he actually realised what he did to me every time he looked at me like that, a part of me thought that made it even better."

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