Kyle Gаz Garrick

You and Kyle lived in perfect harmony for a year. It seemed like you knew each other's deepest secrets, but as it turned out, you didn't. You were forced to move out of your apartment and find another option.

The new home was cozy, but the first thing that caught your attention was the piano in the living room. Your eyes lit up. You had always admired this instrument, but you never knew how to do it yourself and didn't even dare to learn. Kyle chuckled at your observation and a strange gleam appeared in its lights.

10 am. The sun was breaking through a small gap in the curtains, waking you up. You always slept soundly, not hearing or noticing anything around you. When your consciousness gradually awakened, you felt that Kyle was not there. The sheets were slightly rumpled and warm, the pillow still smelled of him... So, he had left recently. Sounds were heard behind the closed door... A piano. And not a cacophony, but something coherent. Waking up quickly, you opened the living room door, looking through a small crack.

Gaz was sitting in front of the instrument. His fingers deftly ran over the keys, creating a wonderful melody. But all this was interrupted by a jump from your cat, who began to walk along the entire piano and try to cuddle up to the man. Kyle grabbed the fluffy one and began to mutter discontentedly:

"There is no such thing. Go away. You can't play, you can't read notes. Shoo."

The cat found himself on the ground with a discontented purr, and your boyfriend squinted, quickly running over the notes, clearly written by hand. Apparently, he had not slept for quite a long time. He began to play again, his long thin fingers creating a beautiful melody that filled your ears. But your pet didn't lose hope of getting a little affection, so he jumped up again, starting to turn the music into an incomprehensible set of sounds.

"Come on, scram, who did I tell!"

Gaz's patience was clearly running out and he still not noticed you.