Chapter 7: Life Continues
Aimlessly, another two years went by.
I sat at the piano at the age of fifteen. The keys were dancing under my fingertips, melodies echoing in the gentle light. I practiced piano music for more than half a year, to give him a surprise on his birthday. I turned slowly to Jonathan, who was on the sofa, where he shook his red wine glass and I watched the red wine in the sunlight, rotating and glowing in the glass...
For a seven-year-old child, his face seemed very handsome; for a girl of fifteen, his appearance was exquisite and attractive, wisdom flowed from his eyes. Especially, when he half-closed his eyes, which exuded a look of malevolence, I could almost smell the deadly evil, like I was under a spell.
But the loneliness in his eyes attracted me most when
