A Symphony of Scars
"What a shame. You're such a beautiful young woman... but what happened to those hands?"
I hurriedly asked the doctor, anxiety tightening my chest, "Doctor, if my hands heal, will I still be able to play the piano?"
"Physically, your hands might recover," the doctor said, eyeing me strangely before continuing, "But even if you can play, it will never be at the level it once was..."
His words felt like a bucket of ice-cold water, completely shattering my last bit of hope.
Just then, the door swung open.
I saw Ryan walk in, followed by Miranda, who was holding a bouquet, her face glowing with joy.