Her True Self
The cold wind blew past them as the two talked side by side, though it felt kind of separated. The weather was not especially cold, but the sudden cool breeze was making Annabelle feel tiny shivers over her body.
They left the bar after staying before the game was even finished.
She didn't know why he brought her there until she left that place. Maybe because she couldn't even imagine him giving so much effort about her bad mood. How far does he know about her situation? Does he know why she visits this place every year at this time?
Even if he knows then did he hear it from Kiera?
All these questions were overlapped by a single one that was bothering her since they left the place.
He could play the piano. He even knew which tune she was playing and was able to pick it up at the right moment. All heard the music they were playing, but no one knew how it was being played.