“She had given her heart permission to be vulnerable, risking the potential of it being broken into a million pieces.”

“He is being dragged into his own desolate abyss, and he know if she stays, he is going to pull her in, too.”

“I want you to play for me,” he told her as he passed the violin back.Her elegant fingers gripped the neck of her Stradivarius as she gently pulled it up and rested it on her left shoulder. She turned her chin, so it sat perfectly in the chin rest at the base of the lower bout.“What would you like me to play?” she asked, closing her eyes.“Something you want me to hear.”

“I'm left wondering just how far away from his heart he would let her go.”

“He trailed his eyes down over her beautiful breasts then told her, “You’re going to keep your mouth shut and I’m going togive you that Orgasm you asked for.” He thought for a moment she was going to tell him to get lost, but instead she leaned her head back against the wall and pushed her hips out toward him.”

“She is no longer here, but he won't let her go. So, where does that leave me? Well, that's easy. I'm left alone.”

“She's clutching the worn leather journal. It's ironic how it now seems like a safety blanket for her, yet to him, it represents a tragic nightmare.”