๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐:A lost soul You are 8 years old and He is teaching you to play piano. His hands rest where they shouldn't. You feel sick. You are 12 years old and you are playing Mozart. Your fingers slip and your timing is off the metronome is so loud it hurts your ears. His hands are on your shoulders and your heart is in your throat. You choke on a breath as one cards through your hair, frozen in terror. You are 21 years old and out drinking at 3 in the morning. You've been drinking like there's no tomorrow and this bar is the most disreputable one you've been to so far, but a handsome man whom is only a few years older than you by your best estimate has offered to buy you another drink. He slips an arm around your shoulders, and it's only as you down the last of your glass that you realize your mistake. You are 27 years old and He is dead. You're not sure how you feel about this. In theory you should be happy, relieved even but you just feel hollow and empty. Preparations for the funeral are your responsibility as His heir, but you don't care about any of it, all you want to do is You are 32. In another place. Where you are loved. Your name is Jeremy Noir. Your name is Yฬทอ อฬอlฬถฬฬฅฬงฬงtฬดอออออฬจpฬถอฬซฬคฬบuฬธอฬฬณnฬธฬอฬฬบaฬตฬออฬผฬvฬตฬอฬฏฬขฬฉuฬถอฬชอฬฌ ฬดฬฝอฬพฬอ ฬฅZฬตอฬฬอฬjฬถฬฬฬอฬผyฬธฬฝฬฬฬขฬฅฬฐhฬถฬฬฬฬผฬซaฬธออฬฌฬ jฬทออ อฬฬoฬทฬพอฬออ and you will never be happy. You will soon. ๐ผ๐๐๐๐๐ข ๐๐๐