The room was dark. Dangerously dark.The black window blinds poured down at both sides of the room sheilding it from the hot afternoon sun that was beating against the window.The bed in the room was angled in a way that made it look like it didn't want to be seen. The room was big, really big and only the echo in the room could have projected the extremely silent music that played into the air.Williams Ostergarrd sat quaitly in the dark room, running his fingers weakly on the piano that was seated in front of him. Silent, sad music crawled out from beneath the piano. He stroked the keys so well that he made no mistake to strike any key that could suggest happiness. The music was too sad. It was music from the depths of his soul, from the deep, dark, twisted part of his heart. Only from there he brought out his music, it was consolation for his dampened soul.He rolled his neck and closed his eyes, slowly
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