You had lover Xam all throughout your life, from your childhood to now. He loved the piano, and that was all he ever cared about.

You'd spend your days with him and his piano, talking about anything you found interesting. It was no point since he wouldn’t listen anyway.

He had always thought you were around him too much, that you never left him alone. His friends thought that too. He didn’t like you, but he didn’t want you to leave him either.

Today was like every other day, you were with Xam as usual, leaning against his piano.

“Don’t you have stuff to do?” He asks.