The last note of her melancholy melody reverberates over the metal walls, vibrating the particles and atoms in the air until her teeth ache. Her mind is unusually quiet, if not calm then blank from the white noise of the emotion she fails to hide from her friends.
Her eyelashes fall slowly to her cheeks as her head bows and her soft silver hair slips from behind her ear and falls forward to frame her face. Resting her chin upon the edge of the majestic instrument and letting her fingers relax and slide over the strings to feel the silent buzz that tremors over her skin, Samantha can't quite stop the echoing tremor that quakes her lower lip.
Biting her teeth against the soft flesh, Sam stifles the sharp cry that has built up through the notes and chords that flow from her fingertips, as though the strings of her cello had wrapped themselves around her heart in a constricting relentless grasp. She has been marooned on this island of her own making for twenty years. While her friends take out their pain and their ills on each other, Daniel and Vala holding on fiercely to their not-exactly happiness, whilst Cameron releases his pent up anger on the furniture in his room and the General slips away to his own kind of freedom, Sam is isolated and alone and it hurts her.
Her eyes open, the grey blue irises rolling up to peer at the flashing display of the ships computers as she ignores the tears that have gathered without her consent, and she blows out a breath through the circle of her lips. Her hands glide gracefully into position, and she lets go, wipes her mind of hopeless equations and possibilities, and concentrates on the soft introduction of her own creation.
With lines of unwanted time garnered wisdom etched around her elegant eyes, Sam watches her fingers pluck with infinite tenderness and her hand caress the bow over the rich dark brown surface, and inhales the wooden earthy scent which reminds her so strongly of the man whose face she can no longer see clearly when she dreams.
The music is not the cathartic release she so desperately desires, but it is the closest she can get to the beauty and the agony of the love she shared before this life of loneliness. If only time could reset itself somehow...
End.