Chapter 7

I would never forget that winter, when I lost everything the piano had ever meant to me.

I lay flat on the ice and saved Damian after he fell through the ice hole. He was frozen stiff and couldn't muster any strength to move.

Razor-sharp shards of ice sliced my wrist, palms, and fingers. I desperately screamed for help, and no matter how much Damian yelled for me to let go, I never listened.

My hands were submerged. Blood stained the water's surface red and divided the world into two.

By the time Damian was pulled out of the frozen lake, he was unconscious. I was rushed into the emergency room and could never play the piano again.

It was just too cold that day, so I dared not even ask if Damian, whom I had saved, was still alive. It was only when he showed up at school two weeks later that I finally felt a breath of fresh air enter my stifled chest.

By then, two weeks had passed, so I couldn't bring myself to tell him the truth that I had saved him. I liked him, so I wanted him