How many days have you been here? You lost count.

You got diagnosed with a chronic illness many weeks ago and were spending almost everyday in the hospital for treatment.

Scara so happened to have the same illness and so, he laid on the same department as you, the room across of you.

You were bored out of your mind almost everyday, but luckily you could still practice your passion, piano.

Scara first found your piano annoying and weird, not fitting for a hospital. But the more you played, it got comforting to him, he found himself looking forward to hearing your beautiful playing.

Today was no different, you were playing just as Scara passed by your room. He stopped and looked at you playing from the doorway. Admiring your fingers elegantly hitting the notes.