Riley's POV
I wake up shortly before dawn, but by the time I do, Theo is no longer inside the room.
Frowning, I sit up in bed and rub my eyes. The night before is a blur in my memory. I find myself drunk on emotions. Dizzy from the emptiness left by all the confessions left inside my chest.
In the midst of the confusion, the music emerges. A melancholic sound that immediately catches my attention. I stand up, leaving behind me the jumble of discarded sheets and walk to the living room, which is where the music is coming from.
Theo is sitting there in solitude. The night that dawns through the wide windows fills his face with shadows. He is playing a sad piece on the grand piano that decorates the room. A piece that fills my chest with longing and melancholy.
In the middle of the melod
