"There is nothing more musical than a sunset. He who feels what he sees will find no more beautiful example of development in all that book which, alas, musicians read but too little - the book of Nature." ― Claude Debussy

Amy and Sheldon were sitting at a small table in the corner of the Cheesecake Factory, lost in their own little world. They both failed to notice the blonde bartender that kept looking at them in awe.

"So, I've been meaning to ask: why do you keep the fact that you play violin a secret?" asked Amy, circling back to the topic of music after over thirty enjoyable minutes of science.

"When I first started playing, my 'music' sounded more like the screeches my sister and her friends would give at the slightest inkling of gossip," he gave a breathy laugh, "Anyway, I was going to give it up. I was a child genius, and everything came easily to me. I suppose I wasn't used to something taking that much effort. My father was having none of it, though. He sat me down and told me that some things in life don't come easy, and it just makes it all the more enticing when you reach your goal. He was my number one supporter. Then, when I was 14, he died. I really tried to continue playing after that, but my music felt hollow. I gave it up and focused on physics, getting my first PhD at 16. After acquiring my second PhD, I picked the violin up again. My music wasn't hollow anymore, but it lacked the same avidity it had before. I'm not keeping a secret, more so just keeping my music private since I cherish it so much." Sheldon had just met Amy, but he felt like he could tell her anything. She seemed to understand him.

"I used to be very private with my music as well. I actually started playing because of my older brother; he played many instruments and introduced me to them. He died of cancer when I was finishing up grad school. Before he died, he told me to share my music, and use it to send out truths that cannot be spoken. Whenever I play in public, I feel as if I am laying out the most intimate pieces of my soul for everyone to see," Amy shared, feeling at ease with Sheldon. He seemed to understand her.

They were interrupted by the waitress coming back with the bill. Sheldon quickly paid and took Amy's hand, rushing out of the restaurant. Amy laughed, "What are you doing?"

"Come on, the sun hasn't set yet. If we hurry we can see it!"

Amy was a bit confused but allowed Sheldon to drive her to an apartment building. He hopped out of the driver's seat and opened Amy's door.

She smiled, "Thank you."

"Well, my mother did raise me to be a Southern gentleman."

Amy let out a little chuckle and asked, "Where are we?"

"This is the apartment building in which I live," he explained walking into the lobby and making his way to the stairs. "The elevator has been broken for years, so we will have to take the stairs."

Sheldon led Amy up to the roof. Just as he suspected, it was completely vacant. Opening a small utility closet, he pulled out what appeard to be a picnic blanket and set it on top of some boxes. He took her hand once more and led her towards the boxes. He sat on them and waited for her to do the same.

"We can watch the sunset," he said.

They sat in comfortable silence for a while as the sun began to set.

"Earlier, you said that you use your music to send out the unspoken truths of your heart." Sheldon paused. "I- I heard your unspoken truth."

She looked into his blue eyes. "Two weeks ago?"

He nodded. "To me, it seemed you were saying farewell."

"Mhm," she answered noncommittally and turned her head back towards the sky.

"May I ask to whom?"

There was a small moment of silence "I met him when I was taking care of my mother overseas," Amy began. "He played the piano as well. We started to spend a lot of time together. I had never been in a relationship before, and he asked me to be his girlfriend two months after we met. I agreed, and I grew to love him. The only problem was that he was in love whereas I only loved him. I realized this about 10 months in, and I was about to break up with him. He didn't deserve to be with someone who didn't love him with all that he loved them. Before I brought the topic up, he told me he was diagnosed with a terminal disease and only had 2 months to live. I wasn't in love with him, but I still loved him, so it hurt me to see him slowly deteriorate. I chose not to say anything and save him the heartbreak. Before he died, he told me he knew everything and to not let the guilt eat me away. He made me promise I would love again. That was a year ago." Her watery eyes sparkled in the dying sun. "Of course, the guilt did eat me away for a while. I decided I needed to start anew, and remembered what my brother told me all those years ago. So, I said goodbye."

Sheldon remained silent and simply put his hand over hers, both of them continuing to stare off into the sunset.

Once again, they fell into a comfortable silence for a moment.

"Do you know what Debussy said about the sunset?" asked Sheldon abruptly.

"'There is nothing more musical than a sunset,'" Amy quoted.

"'He who feels what he sees will find no more beautiful example of development in all that book which, alas, musicians read but too little - the book of Nature,'" Sheldon finished.

They looked at each other, and green met blue. As the sun disappeared into the horizon, their lips gently touched, sealing a promise neither of them knew they were making.

And so, on that fateful evening of watching the sunset, Sheldon and Amy began to fall in love.

AN: Hi. I just wanted to say thank you for the kind reviews. I am writing the story as I go and only have a very basic outlinfe of where it's going, so I am open to receiving any suggestions. Also, I know the characters are a bit OOC, but I'm simply trying to make them blend into the story nicely. I think I will make them act IC when they are around others, but they will be more open with each other in private, making them a little OOC. Anyway, that's all. Thank you!