"Mol," Spark felt his eyes becoming misty. He lowered his eyes and gritted his teeth and his mouth was quivering. He mumbled to himself, "I haven't peeked into my heart in a while. I'm not able to overcome the barrier in my heart. It is locked, while the key to it is in your hands. But you're only willing to do that for Brain. You're willing to unlock Brian's heart with the same key I gave you for mine."
As the wind blew slightly, the leaves danced along with it. Spark's words resounded in the quiet space.
He raised his hand slowly to place the violin between his shoulder and neck and placed the bow on a string. The birds and insects were startled at the harsh sound of the violin. He didn't stop playing.
Bang!
A loud sound rung through the air as Spark broke one of his strings.
Spark closed his eyes. A single teardrop fell from his eye, across his cheek down to his chin and finally rested on his violin.
***
Molly walked along the street catching the attention of a handful of passers-by. Wearing a formal dress, she had nothing on her—no money, no cellphone.
She subconsciously started walking towards the direction of the villa. Her body throbbing from pain and her feet had swollen from wearing heels. But she kept walking, fighting through the pain.
Beep! Beep!
A string of car horns blasted in front of Molly as a car pulled over next to her.
Molly turned to look at the car. The car window gradually lowered and Wing's face appeared.
"Molly, what are you doing here alone?" Wing hurriedly got off the car. She frowned slightly at how disheveled Molly was. "Get in the car, I'll give you a ride," she said.
Molly nodded. Weston was there too so they all drove back to the villa.
"By the way, a waiter found this and I took it because I know it's yours," Wing said as she handed a bag to Molly. Wing was very worried about her so she asked, "Molly, what happened? Where's Spark?"
Molly stared at Wing as Wing just grew more worried. "Wing," Molly said, her eyes were turning red, "he's not playing anymore."
"Hmm?" It took a while for Wing to realize what Molly was talking about because she was caught up in her worry for Molly. She ran a gentle hand through Molly's hair and said, "Don't cry. Tell me, what happened? I'm sure we can still do something about it."
"Spark's not playing anymore because he says he doesn't love it anymore..." Molly looked at Wing through her teary eyes, "Just now, he was standing there in front of me, acting as if he'd never touched a violin before!"
Now Wing finally understood what Molly was saying. She looked at Molly in disbelief and asked, "Are you saying his career is over ?"
Molly nodded. Weston looked at them from the rear view mirror and frowned.
Suddenly, the atmosphere in the car turned heavy. Wing was still shocked by the news and wasn't saying anything. In the past few days whenever Spark would say that he didn't feel like playing, Wing just got confused but now she finally understood what he meant. Spark's soul was made for playing. What did he mean he didn't feel like playing? He is his violin! It wasn't until then that Wing finally had an answer.
"Weston," she said.
"Hmm?"
"I'm going to ask Lisa to prepare a room for us. Let's stay at the villa tonight, okay?"
"Okay," Weston agreed. This news was groundbreaking to Wing and even more the entire music community. It was not out yet but once press got word of this, they would certainly start a frenzy.
When they arrived at the villa, they found that it was unusually dark. Except for the single night lamp in the yard, the whole villa was in total darkness.
Soon enough, Lisa had already prepared a guest room for Wing and Weston at the third floor. She said, "Miss Wing, Mr. Weston, your room is ready. Let me know if you need anything."
"Okay. Thank you, Lisa," Weston said with a nod.
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