Leo locked himself in his room again, no melody comes into his head, he sinks his teeth into his hand to force himself to compose as he thinks to himself
"Composing is the only thing I'm good for, if I can't even do that, no one will love me anymore".
He begins to whine in pain as drops of blood stain the sheet music on his hand. Suddenly, he hears key noises at the door. Leo immediately falls off his chair in an attempt to move away from the door. He starts to sob and curl up on the floor, afraid that whoever is behind the door will see him in that state.
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