Page XLIII - The Melancholy of Gwyneth Cadence
It was like a knife that was dug into her heart.
That single piece of guitar that would've been sold for some measly pocket money meant millions to her.
It was just a rundown guitar that could've been found or bought in a local music shop.
There was nothing special in it.
Except the amount of bonding and memories that were in it. It survived a person's lifetime. Gwyneth's first love of lifetime.
He was the performer.
Gwyneth was the audience.
It was always like that. But as soon as he died, Gwyneth picked up the torch and continued to sing to his music.
She became the voice of the afterlife. And the thing that was linking both of them with her eyes were the guitar. The first and final gift she received from her first love.
Back to the present, she wept and wept in Theodore's arms until she fell asleep of exhaustion.
He stayed with her until the sun rose. Not even caring if anyone found them.