Nothing in the world was ever black and white. But the world now was even more congested than it had been years ago.
Wolfgang had been sitting in his chair for hours, letting the cushions eat him into it's void while staring at the wall. His fingers were coated with ink (he still liked to write things down the old fashioned way), but even now all the notes in his head were not quite filled out yet. They were jumbled and dancing around that noodle of his recklessly.
He sat in the shadows as Euterpe came in, peeking out only for a second. He was so relieved to see her, and in the same thought, he didn't want to lose her. Nothing good was going to come of this visit was it?