His manager was astounded when she woke up the next morning and found him. He was still playing his acoustic guitar. Gentler than she had ever heard. Without having to look at his face, she knew who her charge was thinking of. And she could roughly guess what had happened. "Sho… I don't think still she hates you."
"How could she not. she was always beside me, she knew me the best and I thought I knew her…" his first words sounded harsh, or would have if they hadn't sounded so tired.