ECHOES OF THE HEART

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ng his whiskey. The vibrant colors and laughter surrounding him only intensified his me

collided with him, spilling h

he exclaimed, her voice

, and time froze. Her bright blue eyes s

r scattered belongings. "I'm the one who should

lodic sound that resonated within Rya

cate tattoo on Emily's wrist – a tiny tr

ist?" Ryan ask

'm Emily Wilson. I ha

I'm Ryan Thompson. I play

changed phone numbers, sending

ic Conn

ounter. He found himself standing outside Emily'

her canvas, a smudge of paint on her

dmiring her work. "You

. "You see mu

, "music is the only lang

xactly what you mean. Colors evo

owed effortlessly, li

stopped him. "Would you like to a

kipped a beat.

strokes

yan's nerves hummed like the strings of his guit

ts, Ryan's gaze locked onto hers. The sam

eart pounding. "You're incredible, Emily.

ank you, Ryan. That means e

ling. "I have a concert tom

rrored his. "I w

e had changed. Emily had awakened a me

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