In Another Time

You would give up everything for me?” she asked, sounding surprised. “You are everything,” he told her.

It was remarkable how the sun rose each morning, set each evening, the earth still spinning on its axis, as it always had. How everything could change and nothing could change.

That was just the way the world looked, here and now. Kind of how I felt myself: bombed out and broken and yet somehow still carrying myself through daily life.

And it was strange, but Hanna almost didn’t feel real to him when he wasn’t with her. That someone so bright and beautiful and talented as her might want to be with him felt almost like a dream.

My violin connects my present and my past, my dreams and my reality. My fingers move nimbly over the strings, my mind forgetting all I’ve lost or forgotten. There is only the music that is my constant companion. Nothing but the music. Not Stuart. Not Max. Not now. Not the past, either.

fear and loneliness and despair.