As always, Satoru went to his piano on the stage, grabbing his gloves and sitting down. He put on his gloves and stared at the piano. He cracked his knuckles and started playing, his fingers gliding across the keys, his hands moving swiftly, he exhaled heavily.

"It wasn't love, you had no choice, your sweetness, evil, I tried and tried to bring you with me, but I failed and now I suffer in the lack of affection,"

He looked up at the ceiling, continuing to play, he desired love, he craved it, it was a need. He wanted to be in love and in a romantic relationship so badly. His stomach churned with need and want, he felt disgusting on how much he wanted love.

You walked into his playing from the front of the theatre, it was mesmerizing and you stood, watching, intrigued by his play on words and musical talent.