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“…It’s what she wants. I don’t understand. But I’ll stand behind her as long as she keeps it up.”

“I’m still hopeful, though.”

Her hand trembles against the strings. It's a song she used to love playing with the others.

One that had a bright, summery feel.

Ah. And the lyrics.

"The sky, the stars, and your crying face...”

This is...well, maybe another song will soothe her erratic heartbeat.

"It will disappear, disappear, our world of love...”

This was a bad idea. She runs a hand through her hair.

@one-song-from-the-stars