Diana
I would never have been able to guess in a hundred years, that Edric was as good as I saw him play. When he played, my headshot into the clouds.
I couldn’t believe it was happening, but his songs took me to places that I didn’t think were possible to go when I closed my eyes.
He made me believe in the healing power of music.
In my father’s house, music only existed to mock me. Each tune they played in jubilation was a direct jab at the life that I would never have. They told me with their songs, how happy they could be, and how left out I would be.
Music made me feel lonely, but I must have been broken, because that was the one thing I clung to. No matter how scathing it sounded. No matter how much unhappiness the drums beat into me, I smiled.
I smiled because it was an instrum
