Somewhere far away a piano plays. The notes weep with the one who plays the keys. They crescendo with the deepening of an anger deep within.
And a million miles further, someone reaches the keys of a piano for the first time in a long time. And the notes wish with the one who plays. They crescendo with a heart of longing.
And the notes weep with the weepers.
A/N: I've been waiting to post this one for a while.
Take from it what you might.
Enjoy. See you soon for a decent sized chapter. We're about half-way through, maybe less, maybe more. Thanks for taking this ride.
