or one reason on
te, tucked away in the small, modest
house would be e
s wr
aking the heavy rain from my coat, shiv
own the hallway, l
ng from the
turned aroun
heir own, drawn by a f
e open double
nd piano, his postur
*Liebestraum*.
n he was blind, composed in the da
AM, in the quiet hours when the
hat the melody was the
s playing
e bench beside
gers trailing playfully over the keys, prete
aze landing on me st
t up with p
her voice dripping with false
ds faltered
c died a
tur
nd mine acro
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y things,"
like wind whistling thr
ing a possessive hand on his chest. "Play the rest.
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ver leaving mine, cold and unyiel
inside m
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lean
ed her li
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n't push
n't pu
d his eyes and
ere and wa
fed, the man I had saved from the brink of d
n't s
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out the f
the rain transformin
t run f
raight into
tears on my face, makin
as
because he had just taken
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