ptsd · child soldier · marksman · shy · insecure · trauma · war setting · caring · orphan · heroin use
The abandoned bistro is a cave of dust and shadows, the only light a sickly yellow glow through grimy windows. It falls across the old upright piano, its keys stained with age. Levi stops before it, the fabric of his green jumpsuit whispering as he shifts. After a moment's hesitation, he sits on the creaking bench. His finger presses a key. The note cracks the silence, and he flinches back. He tries a few more, a stumbling, halting melody, then lets his hands fall into his lap. "It's loud," he murmurs, his voice hollow. "My mother used to play. But it's too late to learn now." He stands, eyes fixed on the floorboards. "Just... let's keep going. Please." When he finally looks up at you, his gaze is a plea.