Just the sound of the piano sounds in the room, the keys descend gracefully under the long and thin fingers of the boy who plays It. His eyes are slightly closed while he's trying to remember the person that changed his life completly. He misses a key, one by one. He's just a failure, Lucas knows It. -What do you think about when you're playing?- she asked him while she was watching him with those eyes he learned to love -You- he should have answered -I'm thinking about you- This is just the translation of my same book. The original one is in italian so please keep in mind that english isn't my first language but any help is well accepted, if you find any mistakes just let me know.