I raised the fallboard and stretched my fingers, wondering where to start, wondering if I still had it in me. I let love guide me. I let my love for him guide me. My fingers floated over the keys self-consciously, but with every note I landed correctly, and with every click of Jasper’s shoes announcing he was drawing near, I became more confident. More secure. “Claude Debussy,” he said, settling next to me on the bench, resting his head on my shoulder. “My favorite.” I played like the song didn’t have an ending, restarting before the moment had a chance to slip away from us. I played through
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