"Would you like to play the piano for me?" Marey asked with a look of hope. She wanted Marey to listen to the piano clinking sound and Dean's very sweet voice in her ears again.
"Would you like to hear our song Marey?" said Dean stopping his job.
"Hem ... I miss your music and voice Dean?" said Marey with a sad look.
Dean was silent for a moment then walked over to Marey.
"Wait there, I'll finish my work first. Soon I will follow." Said Dean with a smile then continued to clean up his unfinished laundry.
Marey got up from her seat out of the dining room and back upstairs where the piano room was.
Marey sits in a blue rocking chair, which is next to the window, where Marey can see Dean playing the piano as well as gaze at the lake in front of her.
Not long after that Dean came with a glass of mango juice that Marey hadn't finished.
