The Last Song, she read in her mind.
"I'll be the one playing the piano, I'll sing the first verse and the one with red writing and the black one yours."
"I don't know its tune, what does this whole song's lyrics sound like?" She glared at the man, she noticed the redness on his face and his heavy breathing.
The afternoon heat of the sun was intense so they decided to sit in one of the trees under its root. Kristel sat across from him.
“You are wrong, Demitri. Anyway, let's just think about what song we’ll sing to mortify ourselves.” She saw his uneasiness stare at her.
“Tell me, why am I wrong, Kristel?”
Kristel prevents herself from rolling her eyeballs to him, he can't move on in the matter before. Telling him won't change everything about who she was. “Can we move on to that, Dem
