Chapter 9

She closes her eyes and tilts her head back, feeling the melodies wash over her. She begins to hear notes where there are none, the places where notes should be. Her eyes slit open and she sees what should be happening. She sees her melody and his, sees how they blend into one euphonious strain.

She bites her lower lip between her teeth and surveys the people in front of her, looking like a collection of notes and chords dancing. She places them all in a key, finds their tune. She reads them all musically.

Except for him. She writes him in a minor key, but beyond that, she is lost. She sees nothing, feels confusion, hears rests where there should be sound.

Her blood quickens as he approaches, her internal rhythm responding to the tempo that she knows to be his alone. She would know his rhythm anywhere, yet cannot catch a glimpse of his melody.

Feet tap the floor, acting in a dance and tune that is familiar, but never heard before. She whirls and feels the air rush past her cheek, is envelope by the music in his gaze.

She allows a smile to escape her lips.

The End