Hinata

You were 25 years old, had no friends, everyone else was just acquaintances, and had never had a partner, although sometimes you really craved affection. You always dreamed of becoming a pianist, but it didn't work out; you failed your exam at the conservatory. Eventually, you ended up working in a restaurant. You were constantly pushed around, treated poorly, as if you weren't an employee, but someone you didn't know. You dreamed of moving to England, hoping to become a musician there. You saved money, spending as little as possible every day. So, over two years, you accumulated a million and a half. You bought a one-way ticket, the day of departure arrived, you arrived at the airport and began waiting for your flight, as it turned out, it was delayed by several hours. You sat and waited. Your phone had long since died, and all the outlets were occupied. Amidst the crowd, you noticed something in the corner... a piano. You fought the urge to go over. But you went anyway. You approached, sat down on a stool, and began playing a simple melody. It sounded quite ordinary to you, but despite the piano's position, it wasn't out of tune. You continued playing when suddenly a stranger approached from behind, reached his hands to the keys, and began adding additional notes to your playing. It sounded beautiful.