She opened the door and revealed a large dark room. It contained deep, violet sofas and divans, and a grand, gloss, mahogany piano forte, with carved gold swirls. It was well cared for; not a single piece of dust could be found on this glorious instrument. Scarlet drapes concealed them in darkness, blocking out the bright light if day. A few candelabras were lit casting shadows on the walls.

Then she heard it. While she was busy gawking at the room her hist had begun to playing. His long, nimble fingers gracefully danced across the ivory keys, weaving a tale of sadness and heartbreak. His brows furrowed in concentration as he played the beautiful sad tune. He was letting his emotions take control of him swallowing him in self pity. He had forgotten where he was, who he was with. He was drowning himself in his music.

She had never witnessed such beauty, such sadness. She was trapped in his world of heartbreak and sorrow. They both were. It brought back painful memories of their past life. Their hardships, tragedies and heartbreaks. It had all come flooding back, haunting them for as long as they lived.