The Scars Time Cannot Heal
To master the instrument for him, I had practiced until the skin on my fingertips cracked and bled.
When he noticed, his heart ached for me. "Why are you so silly, Shirley? It's just a song, and I can always listen to it in an orchestra. Look at how much you're hurting yourself."
Back then, all I had done was wrap my arms around his neck and laugh. "I'm not afraid of the pain, as long as it makes you happy."
But later, I did become afraid of the pain. That was ironically when he stopped caring about it altogether and forced me to give Nicole blood.