Change of Seasons and Winter memories
She opened the package, noting the familiar handwriting with a scornful sigh.
What did he want?
A CD fell out of the package and floated to the ground, rattling helplessly against the hard wood floor. She pursed her lips. The language of music called to her soul more than any spoken word ever could. He knew that. She stooped to scoop the silver disc up and with a moment's hesitation popped it into her laptop. She glanced at the note that accompanied it:
"I cannot speak it any more clearly.. I understand your role, please understand where my role is...I will always have blood on my hands and upon my soul, it is what must be so that others do not suffer again. I love you my beloved Lillian
Ivan"
She listened to the tune and its words and nodded at its message. She would have to see him soon.
"That's new.." a man's voice spoke from across the room, his musical tone danced on the air like a song. She turned to face him as he stood in the doorway towel drying his feathered hair. His perfect form clad only in a towel around his waist. She smiled at her counterpart.
"Not really." was her response.
What did he want?
A CD fell out of the package and floated to the ground, rattling helplessly against the hard wood floor. She pursed her lips. The language of music called to her soul more than any spoken word ever could. He knew that. She stooped to scoop the silver disc up and with a moment's hesitation popped it into her laptop. She glanced at the note that accompanied it:
"I cannot speak it any more clearly.. I understand your role, please understand where my role is...I will always have blood on my hands and upon my soul, it is what must be so that others do not suffer again. I love you my beloved Lillian
Ivan"
She listened to the tune and its words and nodded at its message. She would have to see him soon.
"That's new.." a man's voice spoke from across the room, his musical tone danced on the air like a song. She turned to face him as he stood in the doorway towel drying his feathered hair. His perfect form clad only in a towel around his waist. She smiled at her counterpart.
"Not really." was her response.
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