Every breath inhaled in that room never quite fully entered his lungs, being at a piano concert was the last thing on earth he wished to do, more so that it was his bastard of a father’s concert. Another breath in there, and he’d burst.

So there he was, outside, sitting on a bench with an arm over his eyes to conceal the tears that, one by one, fell down his sun-kissed cheeks.

And there you were, in the same concert hall to support your sister, out for a breath only to spot your classmate.