[Head bowed as if in prayer, he closes his eyes to try to erase Silver from beside him. It isn't hard, with memories fogging the air and lonely-lost emptiness suffocating him, all demanding to be inhaled. He lifts the pipes to his mouth, takes a breath, and exhales the first note.
It's the song he had been playing the first time he met her. It was an accident that she heard him, and he remembers wondering if it was a mistake to bare himself, and now he knows it was anything but. The melody is slow, peaceful - but beneath the serene surface churns a yearning for something that can't be reached. He tries to wrap himself in the music. It's a security blanket that can't be pulled around him tightly enough.]
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It's the song he had been playing the first time he met her. It was an accident that she heard him, and he remembers wondering if it was a mistake to bare himself, and now he knows it was anything but. The melody is slow, peaceful - but beneath the serene surface churns a yearning for something that can't be reached. He tries to wrap himself in the music. It's a security blanket that can't be pulled around him tightly enough.]