| Fan Fiction |
by etoile
I hadn’t thought of it in a long while, that music box. There was no need to. The year I graduated from high school, I had brutally shoved that chapter of my life closed and looked forward towards the future. Yet, that beautiful, bittersweet melody filtered through every mote of dust, every last glimmer of the lowering sun, as if carried to me by a gentle breeze. Even right now, I could remember the smooth polished wood, and the inlaid mother-of-pearl that glistened with every play of the light. And that melody, oh, that sweet melody! The memory of it was rising, unbidden, like a phoenix from the ashes.
I remember now. His voice, from what I remember, resonated with richness, like a golden thread that ran through the finest of cloths. He had hummed it to me on that night, so long ago.
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A/N: Hope that whoever reads this finds it intriguing! :)