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Halo





He ran his hand across the the shiny wood and remembered all that time he had spent with  his mighty friend. It had been so long, but he could remember the last time he had pressed his fingers on the keys and listened to their heavenly croon. The last time he had felt that ease and comfort in those sounds. He wished he could get that again. He wished for times when the music that came from the big statuesque in the room could heal all aches and make the world seem beautiful for that moment.
The same music sheets were spread above. He couldn't help but keep his eyes trained on them. That song, her lullaby was the last song he had played. Ever since, Music too had failed him- just like Life and Time had. He would never hear that lullaby being hummed by her as he played it for her again.


'Halo' , the sheets read. She was gone but in that moment as he hung above the piano nostalgically, her halo guided him back to Music and back to her. Back to himself. Music was him and with that, Life shed a light on him as Time smiled knowingly from a distance.




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