Doesn't he love me?
As I walk home from school after returning Anne's bike, I can't help but think about Luka and feel a little sad about it.
It had already been a week since we started this crazy desperate plan of mine to save Luka, to try to break up his marriage and set him free, which brings us closer and closer to the time when we have to go to the competition, and also shortens our time to practice. All these days I've been seeing Luka in the warehouse, it's strange, but it feels like when we were both still in school together, seeing each other outside the music club in the basement of the school to practice our solo, the one we were going to perform in Washington, having good times together and also playing the piano, something we both enjoyed very much.
I was not wrong about Lu
