I want to hear it so many times that I don't forget the sound of it…
N.M. LombardiShe looked down at his hands, privately in awe of their pianist grace, the unconscious way his fingers twitched when someone asked him a question
N.M. LombardiDo you like being ignored?" Another pause, one hand flinching on his knee. "It's what I know.
N.M. LombardiHe had the look of a sensitive bard, but there was no poetry to his words; he spoke awkwardly, uncertainly, as if the sound of his own voice jarred him.
N.M. LombardiDon't leave." He turned his eyes up, half-focused, as she stood. "I still have to say things to you.
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