"You're crying."
Long fingers traipse across smooth keys, each finger eliciting a sweet note drowning in melancholy. A pair of listening ears pause to hear the wistful sounds escaping the instrument.
A slight figure hunches over the piano, arms spread over the keys to perform the melody. Hands dust over the final few notes, bringing the sound to a close.
The single audience member's footsteps whisper with excitement as they approach the musician, hands clapping on their own accord. The performer ignores the praise, still listening to the last chord fade away. The listener faces the front of the instrument, studying the musician's features.
"You're crying."
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