Freya struggled to get up, but was held down by Bradley's hands on her shoulders. "Freya, don't reject me."
"I don't play well. I don't want to play the piano anymore."
He solemnly looked at her. "It sounds nice. I like to listen to your playing."
"My music has lost its soul. It's too hollow. It will only bring your mood down, and you'll feel very depressed listening to my music."
"I like experiencing your emotions. I am willing to accept all of them, whether they are happy, angry or sad." He then grabbed her hand and placed it on his chest over his heart. "A married couple is one. You should share with me all the burdens and troubles you carry. I will bear them for you."
Freya's eyes teared up.
"Freya, I was not part of your past, but I will never be absent from your future. The pia
