Disclaimer: See chapter 1

AN- Hey y'all! I'm on vacation till Friday, so this is the last update you'll get till then. I may give u two chapters when I get back, u never know! So… on w/ the show.

Ruth paced in her room. Lane wanted her to play for him? And why had she agreed? She hadn't actually played for someone, not counting Wendy, since her parents had died. Playing made her think of her father, and that brought up the last day he'd been alive. They'd argued over her curfew, a very stupid argument, and she had gone to bed with anger in her heart. And then she'd been woken up at three in the morning by Lily because the police were at the door. And seeing her parent's bodies on the morgue tables, and having to identify them… those memories she'd pushed in the farthest corner of her mind to be never brought out again.

And now she was playing for Lane.

Then another thought entered her brain; what should she wear?

She only had an hour before he was supposed to arrive at her door.

She ransacked the closet, until she had found a dress decent enough to perform in. It was a pale lavender, came down to her knees, and had a dark purple belt studded with amethysts.

Then she threw her hair in a simple braid, and added a pair of silver chandelier earrings and a silver necklace with a tear drop amethyst.

She stood in front of her mirror, and admired her results; the total amount of time it took her to get ready was a record for her.

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He knocked on her door. Even though he looked cool and calm outside, inside he was extremely nervous and scared.

Ruth opened the door, and once again she took his breath away. He offered her his arm, and they walked down the hallway to the music room. He opened the door, and let her go in first. She slowly walked to the harp, sat down, and began playing.

If there was ever a sound close to heaven to him, it would have to be her music. Her graceful fingers, and her lovely voice. She had put him in a trance with her voice; not a bad trance but a good one.

He found himself being drawn to her; he found his back legs walking to her unconsciously. And she didn't seem to realize she was having this effect on him.

Now he was standing next to her, a paw on her creamy shoulder.

She ended the song.

They stared at each other's eyes, and their faces became closer.

No one knew who made the first move, but somehow they kissed.