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
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