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"he's written "he dies". that's all, nothing more."
Your finger is hitting the same key, numbly, over and over and over. You don't even realize he's behind you [or maybe you sort of do], and when his arms wrap around you you don't even blink.
You just keep playing the same note.
And, for some reason, you feel him smile; in your mind's eye you can see his own gray orbs softening as one of his hands reaches out-
and hits another key [higher, chaining together some sort of odd melody].
You can't help but smile, too.
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