He was lonely, despite his screams for attention. How many years has it been? How many years has he been alone? Was there anything he could do besides playing the piano? It was terrible, it was terrible. Weirdly enough, as every second passes by each time he screams out his loneliness, he began to feel pain. He wasnt supposed to feel pain. He was a living angel with nothing to feel.   What was happening?  He felt.. really sad. Forewordstoryline inspired by rayarks melodious & beautiful game; deemo.no art of deemos belongs to me; all the rightful credit goes to rayark.this story is pure fictional.           skyroxas