Spoilers: None.

Disclaimers: Etc., etc.

Author's Note: Brennan's POV. What can I say; I like violins. Updated slightly for an FCG challenge: 15/11/2008

The Challenge:

1. Must appeal to one of the five senses. Pick one and cater to it while you write.

2. It must be about the end of any type of relationship.

3. Must follow the theme of passion (interpret as you will).

4. Must be a minimum rating of PG 13.

5. Must be Between 500 and 2,500 words.

The music swelled around me, became robust. It was no longer notes on a page or noise from speakers. It was alive. The music had lived through everything I had and more. Emanating from it was anger, love, hate, joy, serenity, confusion; passion.

Until it finally surpassed me, moving on from this world to a world inaccessible by the human psyche. A world too alive, and too dead, at the same time. Despite this, my heart beat to the rhythm of the music; my breathing shuddered, as if it wanted to cry; my brain screamed to leave my body.

And it was gone. The track had ended, bringing my high to an end. My elation and longing dropped, I felt empty and alone.

The next track began, and I found myself again being wound around the sound of the ethereal violin.