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“Aching” didn’t describe how he was feeling.
The piano’s strings were out of tune; none of them had snapped yet, but nothing he did sounded or seemed right when she wasn’t by his side. What was an instrument for, if it couldn’t even serve its purpose right?
Firewood, perhaps. Kindling for the flames of grief.
The pianist brought his gaze back up to his surroundings, a desecrated hall (a ruined dream), as if hoping all of the wrong that’s happened in his world (everything, recently) would revert. It didn’t happen. (It all happened.)
Heavy footsteps echoed with a heavier heart, as the broken half made his way to the entrance, with that beautiful opening mechanism she spent so long on.
As he played one last duet (a solo, really), he could almost hear her strumming along.
And so he faded.
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The cellist must’ve strayed too far from him.
Her ears were ringing (an unpleasant tune that sang of ruin, of their destruction), and the only thing she could see was crabs and wreckage and darkness.
Oh, how I miss you already.
The lost half stumbled into a wall, and kneeled, with a sinking finality.
A cello with a broken bridge; that bridge being her connection with him.
She had no more strength.
The ringing in her head was almost replaced by the song of his keys and her strings.
And so she faded.
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Two stories ended here.
One, re-intertwined, could start anew.
Child, you could bring them light.
Won’t you help them?