“I gave much of myself to Callan,” she whispered, “but he doesn’t understand that sometimes the darkness is more comforting than the light. When I play, it comes from the part of me that grew in the darkness. Callan is all light. There is no room for my darkness.” “You are not all darkness,” Sorin said softly. “Sometimes I do not think that is true,” she answered, turning away from him, but his fingers gently gripped her chin, bringing her eyes back to his. “Darkness is not a bad thing, Scarlett, but do not let it overtake the stars.”
