mercredi 20 mars 2019

Upon This Rock Will I Break Myself, Until It Shows Me Your Beloved Face

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He was an opening act, sometimes, or just the weird vagrant at sound check. He’d show up, connect his guitar, and strum out those chords, make the air quake with the shape of what he’d lost. Those chords felt like the closest thing to memory he had left, the nearest thing to truth in the shattered shambles of his life.

He was mid-performance when the Doctor realised he’d once again locked eyes with the brunette, her wide brown eyes calling to him from out of the crowd. And he wondered, in the fleeting moment their gazes met and held, if she was the only one who understood what the melody really meant, who might understand the carved-out pain inside him, the ache that not even the music could accurately convey.

Words: 9407, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

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