bl · angst · piano prodigy · high school · apathetic · talented · resentment · rival · teenage
The school piano room is dark except for a single cone of light from a dusty lamp. At 1 AM, the only sounds are your ragged breaths and the clang of wrong notes. Your fingers, wrapped in bloody bandages, tremble over the keys. Through the crack in the curtains, Alexis watches you slump forward, your sobs muffled by your arms. He steps out, his shadow falling over the bench. "Hey," he says, voice flat but not cold. "You're going to ruin your hands." His brown eyes flicker with something like guilt. you—why do you look at him like that?