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[skyandwave-blog]

Februrary 17 / in the early morning

@llenore

The train has nearly arrived at Paris. It’ll still be a day, but for now, the train is idling, silent under the bright moonlight. It nearly washes out the stars, the resplendent canopy of them that can only be seen when in between places, when floating apart from the rest of the world.

Ata catches a glimpse of them through her window, and decides that tonight isn’t going to be for sleeping. At least, not yet. Instead, she goes to knock on Lenny’s door, wonders if the two of them could go sit on the roof together. (Midnight is much better than sunrise) But she’s not there, so Ata heads to the ladder herself, steps out from the insulated warmth of the train and catches the faint tones of someone singing.

It tears at her heart, the melancholy notes drifting into hearing, and she swears its the sound of the moonbeams themselves.

She steps up onto the roof and a smile automatically fits itself onto her lips, seeing Lenny there before her. Silently, she steps closer, not wanting to disturb the music. Closer, before sitting down on the roof near to where Lenore sings.