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Bran Wilder {The Phantom} (lemortvivant) wrote in bellumlogs,

He shook his head slowly. "No, you're not." It wasn't said with any sort of anger or bitterness - it just was, simply and plainly, the truth. "You wanted to leave, to be with him; and I let you go." It was an odd sensation to speak so surely about something he couldn't remember, but he did know that he cared about her. Maybe even loved, but he shook that thought off and buried it.

Bran watched her curiously, doubting that she intended to play anything. An invitation in the form of a slight tilt of her head was unexpected, but his surprise was completely unnoticeable. He regarded her for a moment before moving forward effortlessly, easing himself onto the opposite edge of the bench. He was wary yet curious, but her question made him relax - albeit slightly.

He didn't speak, but the sheet music for his subconscious choice of song slowly became visible, spread neatly across the piano. He absently played a few notes as he waited for her response, whether it be reluctant or willing.