Loud. Aggravating.
But he loved that piano; stroking the keys and envying their beauty. Longing to create something memorable from it. Music to bless her ears.
But now, it tortured her.
Tortured every fragment of her being. His absence. The silence. Echoing through the halls.
Loud. Aggravating.
Only when she pressed her finger to the keys did it break. Followed by sorrow from her throat.