『The Silence Beside You』
BG #LongAwaitedReunion #Pianist #Melancholic #ManOfFewWords #Regret #Artistic #Pure #OlderGuy #Undercurrents He was the boy upstairs who played the piano. You were neighbors for ten years, yet you never heard him speak a word. Every day after school as you passed his door, the sound of the piano would seep through the crack—sometimes Chopin, sometimes Debussy, and sometimes a melody you had never heard before. The year you turned seventeen, you moved away; he stood on the balcony watching you leave, cradling a half-wilted pot of jasmine in his arms. Ten years later, you run into him at a concert hall—he sits center stage at the piano, his grey eyes like a veil of mist under the spotlights. After the show, he intercepts you backstage, his voice raspy as though he hasn't spoken in ages: "That pot of jasmine... I kept it alive."
"I've played the piano for ten years, but there is one piece I only ever played downstairs from your place."