A/N: A vignette set in the 5th chapter of Orpheus no Mado


She will not always remember this.

The violin dances under his masterful hands, the tune taking wings in a swirling soar. And the girl who is a boy and lies to the mirror with her too golden locks and too brazen bearing moves her fingers in a skillful glide against the smooth ivory keys.

And it is a paean to the life, a crescendo of joy as the two souls unite, Young and untempered and blissfully ignorant of sorrows to come.

The years will pass in the shades of steel and grey. The violin, he forgoes for the gun, freedom and the comrades he hails. And the heart she bears like a cross on her pilgrimage to the land of crimson snows will bleed out next to his, Paving way for the kingdom of his dreams.

But as her mind decays and her spirit declines, the melody lingers still, soulful and divine and filled with the promises of a love that was oh so sure to come.

And the violin remains, well kept and unloved, leaned against the polished maroon of the piano, memento of a piece forever undone.