Chapter 3: Chapter 3
He watched her as she played her scales. Her chin was high and her eyes were bright. She played with such passion. It was if she was living in the music. It was beautiful. And sad. And beautiful and sad. The cycle continued. And Jack felt guilty for enjoying the music while she played it with such heart and soul. But he could do nothing about it.He had promised her that he would never stop playing the music that they both loved.
Elias didn't reply. She just kept playing her scales faster and faster until her fingers were bleeding. It was the only way she could get the music out. She was trying to prove to Jack that she could play without him.That she could play without his help. But it was no use. Her music was the only thing that kept her going. It was the only thingFor now.
They say that time heals all wounds. But what about the music that accompanies those wounds? Does time erase the memories of a song or do they become part of you until you die? Jack wondered as he watched Elias play. The last time he saw her was at his mother’s funeral. She was playing the most beautiful music he had ever heard.It was if the music was coming from inside her. He had promised her that he would play the music that they had together. but he never got to ever since his mom died It was a promise he made to himself as much as it was to her. He was going to keep playing the music no matter what. Even if nobody listened, even if nobody played along with him, he was going to keep playing. But it never happened he wanted to make it wright