Chapter 6 Remy
Chapter six
Remy
I pause on my way toward Erik, the fading notes of the violin drifting past me. When I find him, he’s at the piano, scribbling frantically, humming under his breath as he writes.
It’s haunting. Possibly the darkest thing I’ve ever heard him put to paper.
As I approach, I realize I’m humming along. It lodges in my chest, refuses to let go. I cock my head, trying to see what he’s written.
My song was stripped from me
My voice no more
The dark that entered me
Gave shame its hold
And though I dream of what should have been
My rage has strengthened me
A fire within
I don’t interrupt him when he’s like this.
Then his writing stops.
His shoulders slump, dark hair falling over his forehead. I clasp his shoulder as he starts to turn toward me, blue eyes unfocused. He’s still half lost in whatever space the music dragged him into.
I give him another second, then say it quietly.
“We need to talk."
He gestures toward the piano.
“No. When was the last time you left the building?”
He pushes back from the bench and stands.
“Let’s go for a walk. Outside.”