Prompt: Someone’s playing the piano
She almost never been to the school lounge. A tad too posh for her liking, but that day a friend, a student really. A recently graduated student wanted to meet her. Wanted to tell her how thankful he is to her. If it was not for her, he would not even be thinking about entering the uni. Today, it was his first day as an assistant professor in the very university she is teaching. Not in her particular faculty, but in the same place.
The song playing in the background seemed familiar. Eerily familiar that it almost brought tears to her eyes. What she thought was a recording, apparently is not. There’s a man behind the piano. A slim lanky man, playing the piano. His fingers seemed very familiar with the song. A song that not many might know of. A folk song of the land forgotten and a song of the land she met and lost her heart.
A soft musky scent caught her attention. She looked around the room scanning for the face she might know. There was many, but none bore that specific scent. She looked at each and all of their faces. She knew almost all of them. Except for the face of the man behind the piano. She was afraid to approach him. She was afraid of what she might see.
Most of all she was afraid that she was living a lie this whole time. It was him. It was the person who saved her from the torturous hand of the person who caught her heart.
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