seeing the piano covered, a shame he paused parking his suitcase and peeling back the cloth shell a few hours layover the airport hustle and bustle hummed sitting down to stroke the keys, all save one stopped to hear she walked by, her mind already wrapped within his music abrupty turning fifty feet down the hall, spotting a bench nearer him she walked purposefully their eyes met, souls crashing and he played for her each note hitting precisely upon her heart electrifying every nerve in her body caressing her soul when he finished the world came back into view she felt the weight of their story, upon her shoulders time passed, unknowingly and when she cared to look up, sending her gaze to him she found only an empty piano, covered and still
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