Literature
POTO: Remembering
Erik watched silently as his music box sang, chiming away the only song that could calm him, settle him. Well, the song once use to do that. Now, it was hunted. Fingers laced, he fought back the wave of sorrow as the monkey danced slowly, repeating the scene to his brain. It was ten years to this day that event happened.
The fire, the confession and the bitter refusal.
He closed his eyes to the image of Christine standing beside him, watching him with pity in her eyes as he begged her to stay. Confessed his soul that he loved her and watch her as she walked away to be with another. Leaving behind a cold heavy ring for him to keep along wi