Hello! This is my second story in the '365 Project'! :')

It's probably worth mentioning now that although I'll be writing these every day, I'll probably only update once or twice a week.

Anyway, today's song is from the soundtrack to the James Bond film 'Tomorrow Never Dies', and is named: 'Paris and Bond'

The date is: 8th June 2011.

Hope you all enjoy this. :')

(2) A Violin's Heartbreak

An ugly day;

One by one, the first chords of melody arose, timed perfectly within the hall of orchestra. It was all only a practice, yet the passion which filled everyone's faces believed me to believe, too, that this was the real thing.

"Hello" (Silence)

Violins committed themselves littlie, yet to break through their hesitance. Butterflies waded inside and out the invisible crowds, afraid of being felt or seen, by the heart, afloat.

"My name's Takuya" No smile back.

A shy flute evaporated existence; it was just you and I heard now – opposite sides of the floor.

"Kouji, I just wanted to that, erm…"

"Don't tell me you love me" We kissed that eternal night.

Chiming erupted in the background, not yet the powerful climax; unknown of this reason, I simply continued playing; Never a look to the left; you, never a look to the right – directionless compasses, aimless souls trapped in a rhythmic vortex.

"Hold me. Hold me and never disappear." I wished.

"…" We spent the night together.

Grand instruments compiled together to form an unbeaten harmony. The sounds intertwined through the area almost raised a tear to accompany my eyelashes; dryly drowning, in their sorrow.

"I haven't seen you for years" I'd met another.

"Why did you marry him?" You asked, straight.

"He told me he loved me"

"That always sounds good"

The noise echoing minutely once more, I was alone with my thoughts. No sheet was held before me; no sheet; for I knew the words, by heart; engraved, eternally.

"Why didn't you say you loved me?"

Silence.

"Did I get too close? Did I get too close for… Comfort?" I asked, nearing your face.

"Yes"

We kissed for a final time that mortal time, one final look at the moon and the sun. Before my suicide, I'd left no note, no remembrance. Without me, you are better off – perfect, beyond completion.

I hadn't wanted it to end that way, but it was my fault, entirely. Please, never cry for me; never look to see me playing beside you, overlooking everything from the other side of this desert. I did this for you – melody.

Finishing applauds ringed; every soul departs; even yourself, with a sea around you. I glance through the window.

Another ugly day;