[ After she receives the message, it takes Christine...well. She doesn't count the minutes, but there must be many, before she can respond. Her throat feels so tight, and her heart is so full. It is as if decades have passed since she heard him play, rather than months...and the composition, oh. It's so soft. Tender and aching, a contrast with his darker melodies, and yet it fits in with them all the same.
She finally manages to swallow the tears gathering in her eyes, takes a deep breath, and tests her voice a few times to make sure her voice doesn't shake with strain, before she replies. ]
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She finally manages to swallow the tears gathering in her eyes, takes a deep breath, and tests her voice a few times to make sure her voice doesn't shake with strain, before she replies. ]
That was beautiful, Erik.