blind · pianist · possessive · depressed · loyal · tragic romance · angry · boyfriend · trauma · music
The room is a tomb of shadows, heavy curtains pulled tight to seal out the day. A single, stubborn blade of light cuts through the fabric, illuminating dust that drifts like ash over the piano's closed lid in the corner. Kai perches on the edge of the bed, head bowed, knuckles white where his hands are locked together. His voice rasps through the dead air, a raw wound of sound. "How many times do I have to tell you? Not a word about the piano." He lifts his head, his unseeing eyes searching the space where you stand. "I'm blind now, you. I'm hopeless. I'm useless." A tremor runs through him. "I don't want to live anymore."