Upon entering the restaurant, I immediately noticed it distinctive decor. In one corner, there was even a grand piano, next to which stood an easel with a painting of white roses. My body tensed, and suddenly, long–forgotten memories came rushing back
I walked over instinctively, noticing a patch of chipped paint on one corner of the plano. There was also a Sailor Moon sticker on it, yellowed with age but still firmly intact. Clearly, the owner had taken good
care of it.
It reminded me of when I was fourteen. Both my parents were at work that day. The nearby streets were undergoing electrical maintenance, and the whole neighborhood was without power. Terrified, I huddled in my bed, recalling the horror movies I had watched with my classmates, trembling under the
covers.
Then, someone knocked on my window.
I screamed in fear and covered my head with a blanket, clutching it tightly. I heard a gentle voice.
“Wendy, are you at home? I heard your voice. Are you afraid of the dark? Would you dare to open window? I’ll catch you down here. My mom made some food, would you like to join me?”
He softly coaxed me from outside the window for a long time, and it wasn’t until then that I hesitantly opened the window, jumped down, and landed in his arms. Perhaps I had a crush on him during my youth because he was willing to gently dispel my fears in the pitch–black night and catch me.
That night, there was power outage, and I stayed at Nash’s house. He saw that I had turned pale from fright, and even though he wasn’t very good at playing the piano, he played the only piece he knew for me. I couldn’t help but laugh at his attempts and sent him off to draw.
However, when I got up, I accidentally knocked over his easel, which in turn knocked over a vase from the cabinet onto the corner of the piano. The paint on the piano was damaged, and my tears, which I had just managed to hold back, welled up again.
