Missing mother (Closed to shslsoleil)
He was never the best at playing piano. Even so, there was one song that Victor Bamford was particularly good at playing. Back when he was a child, he made an effort to learn it in order to impress his mother, despite the complex nature. Her mother was fond of Chopin's works, particularly Nocturne 20 . Finding himself in the music room, the boy ran his fingers over the keys and played the familiar tune that his deceased mother enjoyed so much. Even now, if he played it, he would feel as if the woman was sitting beside him, petting his tiny head. Those were the good times.... The times before he had to rely of that other self in his head. A smile fell to his face as he quietly played the tune, not really expecting an audience. So when he appeared, the boy stopped playing instantly. Perhaps it was his shy nature, but he was frightened to have someone listen to him. They probably were telling him to stop. To step away from the piano, as he was no good at it. Hesitantly, he watched as a boy made his way to the room. "H-hello?" He asked.