Her fingers dance gracefully along a pattern... A pattern of black and white keys; his heart beat has forever been her melody- Her right thumb stumbles upon middle C; right then and there, she feels the last piece of her heart collapse among the ocean of tears surrounding her.
Music is her passion, but loving him is her destiny... Don't dare try to change her mind- She believes, if she is not right for him, no one in this world will ever be. She is so far from him... Emotionally and physically; but they both know, that never stopped her before...
Hopelessly devoted is what she has become- She positions her fingers and prepares to try for the umpteenth time. What makes this time so different? A song is nothing without a melody and right now her song is incomplete..
