The Sense of Snow

We learned how to sense from each other. The senses we learned became a brand tougher than blood... "Do you like Liszt?" "So-so." "Is it because Liszt is straight?" "I don't know about that." "Whose performance do you like?" This time, a smile spread across my lips. As if to lick away that dust-like smile, blue eyes glared at me. Just the thought that this man's heart was filled with spite was enough for me to become far more despicable than I originally was. "Nix Wang's." His smile, tainted with misunderstanding, suspicion, and ashen curiosity, brought an utterly impudent sense of happiness to my heart. Even if it was just my delusion, it was fine. A moment was enough.more *Read it whe...