[Luke doesn't really have time to wonder how she's doing all that, because then the song and its words start, and he lets his head fall to his knees as he listens and lets the song wash over him.
Once again, songs have a deep impact on him, though he still doesn't quite know why. He can hear every voice, every echo, and every part of it seems to reverberate in his body, feeling whatever emotion that they're trying to convey.
He feels such sorrow for the first verse, for the rain that tries to cry out its message before it fades into the ground, into the sky. It's enough that he feels tears prick at his eyes. But when the second verse starts, and its true message becomes clear, he opens his eyes, staring down at the dark material of his pajamas.
It's hard to remember sometimes. The fact that he's surrounded by people who care for him, who love him. The fact that he isn't alone. Even now, it's a little hard to acknowledge. But the song still manages to create a warm little sensation inside him, something similar to hope, of sorts.
When the song finishes, he stays like that for a moment longer, then lifts his head, wiping at his eyes with the back of his thumb.]
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Once again, songs have a deep impact on him, though he still doesn't quite know why. He can hear every voice, every echo, and every part of it seems to reverberate in his body, feeling whatever emotion that they're trying to convey.
He feels such sorrow for the first verse, for the rain that tries to cry out its message before it fades into the ground, into the sky. It's enough that he feels tears prick at his eyes. But when the second verse starts, and its true message becomes clear, he opens his eyes, staring down at the dark material of his pajamas.
It's hard to remember sometimes. The fact that he's surrounded by people who care for him, who love him. The fact that he isn't alone. Even now, it's a little hard to acknowledge. But the song still manages to create a warm little sensation inside him, something similar to hope, of sorts.
When the song finishes, he stays like that for a moment longer, then lifts his head, wiping at his eyes with the back of his thumb.]
That's... That was really beautiful.