You Understand My Music.

I’ve Been Wandering Around All Night—i Couldn’t Sleep—and I Kept Finding Myself Walking Here. To You.

I Am Not Going To Live, And I Can Choose To Be As Much For Her As I Can Be, To Burn As Brightly For Her As I Wish, And For A Shorter Time, Than To Burden Her With Someone Only Half-alive For A Longer Time. I Is My Choice, William, And You Cannot Make It For Me.

Of Course He Loves Me. I’m His Sister.” “blood Isn’t Love,” Said Magnus, And His Voice Was Bitter.

Will’s Hand Looked Brown And Sunburnt By Contrast, Their Fingers Dovetailed Together Like Piano Keys.

He Played Of Love And Loss And Years Of Silence, Words Unsaid And Vows Unspoken, And All The Spaces Between His Heart And Theirs; And When He Was Done, And He'd Set The Violin Back In Its Box, Will's Eyes Were Closed, But Tessa's Were Full Of Tears.