WHERE LIGHT MEETS DARK
"Then let's live again, then. Piece by piece. We don't have to be perfect. Just real."
And when Lily exhaled, her heart stumbling unevenly, she saw that maybe love would not be that bright flare after all. Maybe it could be this—a firm hand in the dark. A soft voice, "You are still here."
Even when the mirror said otherwise.
Later tonight
The house was quiet. Too quiet.
Lily walked the halls alone, restless. Her feet took her down to the old music room. The grand piano sat there in the moonlight, untouched. She sat down in front of it, ran her fingers over the keys but did not play a single one.