My first love was a senior who has beautiful, long and graceful fingers. He lived in the next door of my old apartment. Every time I was touched by his fingers, my heart was always beating faster. He was a pianist, his fingers was always pressing that piano keys with a beautiful combination of audible tones made me felt electric shock. But something terrible happened to him so quickly. He had an accident and lost his power to move his graceful fingers. This was very painful to see him couldn’t play that piano anymore until he decided to throw away his only dream to became a famous pianist.

He was really frustrated that day and unable to think clearly until he decided to end his life by committing suicide. I couldn’t do anything and I felt so useless at that time. I’ve tried to forget it slowly but sure.

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“I'm on the finger, what about you?”

“No on anything,”

“Ah, you are lying. Just now you're thinking, right?”