She is a blind pianist. He is the strange voice that appears on time every afternoon.
A cup of coffee, seven minutes away. He used his voice to describe to her the shape of the rain, the color of the flowers, and the height of the steps. She memorized the rhythm of his breathing, the weight of his steps, and the dry warmth of his palms.
She never asked him what he looked like. He also never let her touch his face.
He said he was a doctor, a doctor who served life.
Before leaving, he left her a necklace and pendant.
"When you regain your sight, you can open it and see what I look like."
On the day of the operation, she was pushed into the operating room, and he was flying to the other side of the world - there was no sound of music there, only guns and wounded people.
Later, she took off the gauze and regained her sight.
She opened the pendant tremblingly.
There is indeed a photo in it. But not him.
He used his voice to let her see the world, but he hid himself in darkness forever.
