NINETY SEVEN

She sat there staring at him, her smile still in place: it wasn't difficult to see the clear adoration in her eyes.

"You should never have stopped playing". She told him. It was so very clear that he loved to play, it was clear that it calmed him, gave him a sense of peace.

His gaze flickered from hers to the piano and then back again.

"It truly wasnt easy to not stopped playing". He told her. He let out a heavy breath. "My father thought me how to play, and when things became.....uneasy between him and i, i sort of just started getting detached from playing".

She averted her gaze from his, his eyes seemed to sad.

"And when he....". She said quietly.

She couldnt complete what she wanted to say but he understood her, and he nodded.

"I stopped playing all together". He said.

And her gaze flickered back to his.

"I'm sorry". She said quietly.

He shook his head.

"I was trying to cheer you up". He said before clearing his throat. "Lets not get distracted".

And she pulled on th