The Piano Player's Tears

Winter once again turned to Spring. One week, to the nurse's surprise, Leon didn't come. She frowned, gazing upon the girl. She bit her lip. What if something had happened to the boy? An accident? A death? A tragedy of some kind?

She didn't know what was wrong, but it played at her mind like a kitten with string. He enchanted her, the way he sat and talked, laughing, reading, playing the piano for her, every fortnight. There was a hollow feeling in her chest; something missing.

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The next week, the boy came running through the hospital at an amazing speed. The nurse, tending to another patient, looked round, eyes round in surprise. He fell into the chair. He was in his school uniform; a white shirt, black trousers and a dark green blazer.

"I'm sorry, Miss Mira! My dad took us out of school last week, and we didn't retun to the next day. I am so sorry...Forgive me." He slipped from his chair, to the side of the bed, and gripped her hand, his forehead touching her cool skin.

His eyes were scrunched  up, and the nurse could see his shoulders shaking. He looked up, stroking her small hand between his,  crystal tears staining his face.  He stood, and touched her cheek, breathing shakily, trying to be calm.

"I was afraid. I was afraid, then when I returned, that you'd be...gone." He smiled softly, sitting back in his chair. "It's silly, I know, because you don't even know I'm here,'re the dearest friend I have. I don't want to lose you."

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