Disaster (Tentative Name)

This is a story about a chess piece falling in love with a chess player. The chess piece has no life. But I am a living person who can cry, laugh and think. I often look up at the most important man in my life from behind, even though he has said more than once that I have an exquisite heart and can see the situation around me clearly. But I can never clearly see his heart, and I can never understand what my status is to him, so I use smiles and all kinds of smiles to store my feelings, so that he can only remember my tenderness and charm.