her latest draft. The music room was quieter than usual, except for the occasio

e," she said, sliding her

es. "This is intense," he murmu

away. "Doe

s flickering in his eyes. "Only

not in the way he thought. They were about how it felt to be seen. T

hm was clumsy at first-he rushed, she hesitated. But as the minutes ticked by, some

the session, t

nd

smile. She just stood there,

is was a duet thin

d, standing

rrupted, grabbing a red silk scarf from

ms, right? Just be careful who you write

The messag

ther word. The silence

licated," Etha

rabbing her b

arm gently. "Don't

etween music and feelings were beginn

more verse to her poem. Th

quietly to the ground / What if the music was never jus

t show it

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