key, after key; you listened to how they were slowly pressed on the cold piano as the afternoon began to fade

you didn't know if you guys were friends or not, but lately kris had been coming to your house just to do that; play the piano until they were tired, over and over again.. probably because they didn't have one at their house

you felt a strange feeling about their face with little, or just no emotion. it was weird to see they doing this again

you heard a silent kris from the other side of the door. for a moment, everything seemed fine