"At that time, my career had just hit a rut. Nothing was happening and I was frustrated and angry. And Manny had no idea but then I met you. At first, I was just curious about you, I just wanted to know what happened. I didn't want to leave you alone so I thought it was a good way to rest from work. I mean, you were new here and you were alone and you were pregnant and you had no one. No one would take care of you. I mean, how could we have abandoned you? Especially, Manny. How could he have said no to that?"
Spark paused as if he was trying to recall the memories better. "In Burano Island, I didn't want to play then so I used you as an excuse. Did you know that? I mean, I decided to learn the violin because of my mom because it was my way of reminding myself of the day she left. Until, playing became a part of my life, even part of me. I can't imagine what my life would be like if one day I couldn't play anymore. I refused to think about it during those days. I was afraid what I'd find out if I did. Manny didn't like seeing me like that and it wasn't like he could do anything about it. So I just spent each day with you and those days were peaceful. I loved the quiet routine that we had made. I felt so calm but deep down, I knew that something was missing. It was like my soul wasn't there, like it wasn't anywhere, like I had lost it."
Molly bit her bottom lip. Her mind was hazy from the days when she was pregnant. But what she was sure about was that Spark had been there for her all those days. His happiness and his smiles were what kept Molly going.
"After you fell asleep every night, I would stand in the room, looking at the violin, which Nanny cleaned every day. I got scared every time I looked at it." Spark's face was still filled with pain just like those dark nights. His amber eyes fixed on Molly. After a pause, he continued, "Until one day, you took my violin to the yard when I was out there. You were so happy, smiling. Your eyes were shining and you looked at me, yearning. Before that day, I had never seen you like that. You were so hopeful. I took the violin from you without even thinking about it. But before that day, I couldn't bear to touch my violin. For months."
Molly knew what day he was talking about - her eyes welled up.
"Then I played the Summer Breeze. Remember, I told you that song was for you and only you could hear it?" Spark's voice was soft, dripping of nostalgia. "At that moment, when I saw that I could play again, I knew then that I loved you and that you were it for me. I'd never love anyone else."
Tears were already streaming on Molly's face. She could feel her heart pounding as he spoke. Suddenly, all the memories from those years flooded back. She realized how she'd only been with Brian for a few months but the pain and confusion and suffering were worth years and years. And during those times, Spark had done nothing but be good to her, and stay with her, and be there for her. She saw all that Spark had done for her and maybe, it was time to show him her appreciation.
"Please don't cry," Spark said as he reached out to wipe her tears, "Mol, I don't ever want you to cry because of me. That'll just break my heart."
Hearing this, Molly cried harder. She held Spark tight and felt a lump in her throat. "I thought I was silly, but it turns out that you are sillier than me. But Spark, I don't want you to get caught in my problems. I'm a spider web tangled with all sorts of problems. I don't even know if my mom's still alive. My dad and brother are still missing and I'm a single mom. I-"
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