THE VIOLINIST AND HIS PIANIST. / KTH

thirty

"i hate it when you're

upset," he told me.

he wiped my tears

with a tissue

and then fed

a spoonful of

ice cream to me.

i told him he didn't

need to do anything

like that,

but he insisted on doing so.

"you should be resting right now,"

i insisted, looking away from him.

"i'm alright. really, sola, i'm okay,"

he reassured, however,

i still wasn't convinced.