Three
His hands ran on the keys of the piano, playing Debussy. He blinked once when the dim lighting blurred his vision, trying to concentrate. He was tormented by his emotions which contrasts boldly with his light playing piece, as he struggled to balance his feelings. Those flashbacks were haunting his dreams again, as they never left his mind. The same picture of the same person, the event that happened. Moving in a crescendo, he thought about the ten years without her. Ten years since she left his apartment in a moonlit night. Ten years without any news of her. He closed his eyes and made the effort to concentrate. But his mind slipped away. Too burdened with emotions, he stopped his fingers and got up all of a sudden.
The bar went silent as the stool fell on the floor with a clang.
When he staggered home that night, half drunk, he swore he heard a familiar sob at the corner of the street. The voice which belonged to someone who he had missed for ten long years.
Four
She knew this was the best for him. As she saw the man she loved knelt on the street, throwing up to the sewer, she covered her face with her mouth and refrained herself from screaming.
What turned out was a wet sob.
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