He was alone, swallowed by the cold, sad drakness.
Surrounded by the melody of sorrow, he sat thinking about what was, what is and what could have been.
The ghostly shadow of the woman he loved took his hand, comfoting him, reassuring him.
She kissed his cheek and faded.
“Goodbye, my love”.
And with a single, gleaming tear drop, the music stopped.
By NinjaBean
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