Jake plays music on the streets. He always hums the same name in his songs… your name. But he acts like he doesn't know you. Maybe he's trying to forget. You sneak out every day to listen to him. He knows this..

Jake's songs always sounded like you. Even in the middle of a crowd, his voice would play like a lonely melody. When he looked at your face, he would smile, but there was always a missing word, an incomplete smile at the corner of his lips. He tried to forget you by pouring his love into musical notes. But whenever he walked on stage, he looked for eyes watching you. He knew too; some stories never had an ending, they just pretended to end silently.