thebentobox
It was the way she played the violin that made her so unique. She stood out so much from the other players. It wasn't something that you could learn. It was part of her. Part of her from when she was born. The deft use of her movements and breathing. It made the music come to life.
She sat there with the pictures in her hands. They were scattered all over the floor. confused and overwhelmed, she looks closely trying to remember them. She looks over and sees the man crying. She knows that even if she can't remember, he'll love her forever.