I didn't know how she treated others like fools.
I pressed her palms against the piano keys again. Fresh wounds mixed with old, tears flowed freely from the pain.
At least she had sense not to wail, instead biting her fingers and whimpering softly.
"Play Für Elise. Or you can kiss your right hand goodbye."
It was Ann's favorite piece and she had performed at her recital.
She had such a gift for music. I planned to send her for further studies after high school. If she hadn't died, she'd have become an exceptional pianist...
Shaking, Crystal began.
The cheerful melody sounded unbearably melancholic. Ann had played it for me. A beautiful girl performed a lively tune, embodying youthful serenity.
But this fool Crystal butchered it. Her atrocious playing fueled my anger.
With such
