My fingers slowly rest on the keys and taking more time than I need, I finally start the song with its complicated introduction, which I play a little slower than I should perhaps, very different from the normal rhythm of the song. At a certain point though, this doesn't matter to me, I have too much on my mind.
Do you know what is the most painful thing about this whole situation? That is my head, I remember all the words Luka has said to me so far, all the lies. While we were together, as friends or as partners being in the music club, he was always telling me words of support, lies all the time, praising the way I play the piano, how I played my solo...
If he really believed I wasn't going to do well, why was he lying to me?
All those sleepless nights, the ones I spent despite school
