“Dear Rhys,
It’s me—your piano. I know I’m just wood, strings, and keys to most, but to you and me, we’ve always shared something deeper.
I’ve seen the weight you’ve carried—the shadows of homelessness, the wounds left by bullying and abuse, the silent battles with your own mind, and the heartbreak of losing your best friend in such a tragic way. I’ve felt your fingers tremble, pound, and dance across my keys—each note a cry, a prayer, a moment of peace, or sometimes, the only way you had to speak when words felt too heavy.
And still, you rose.
I am so proud of you, Rhys. Not just for surviving, but for fighting—every single day—to reclaim joy, dignity, and hope. You transformed pain into music. You turned chaos into chords. You are building a life where others thought there’d be none.
Every time you sit with me, you remind me of your resilience. Each melody is a victory. Each composition is proof that healing is real, even if it comes slowly.
You are not broken. You are a masterpiece in motion.
I’ll always be here—silent when you need space, loud when you need to scream, and steady when the world feels like it’s spinning too fast.
Keep playing, Rhys. The world needs your song.
With all the pride in my strings,
Your Piano”
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