[ Plays and operas. She'd never been to an opera before, and most of the plays she'd seen were school productions. Small town Virginia life might be filled with parties, but that's about as far as their cultural scene went; maybe that's why the school always went all out for their events.
Shifting a little against the pillow, Elena lets herself fall into the memory of the song, the opening violin and piano blending together perfectly in her mind as she shares the notes with Gil. Tale as old as time, true as it can be... The words follow not long after, accompanied by the sensation of standing on someone's shoes, of being twirled around at the crescendo, of being happy. But by the end of it, she isn't able to keep away the ever-present grief at the loss of her parents, though she tries to pull it all back as much as possible so it doesn't overwhelm him. He doesn't need to be burdened with all of that. ]
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Shifting a little against the pillow, Elena lets herself fall into the memory of the song, the opening violin and piano blending together perfectly in her mind as she shares the notes with Gil. Tale as old as time, true as it can be... The words follow not long after, accompanied by the sensation of standing on someone's shoes, of being twirled around at the crescendo, of being happy. But by the end of it, she isn't able to keep away the ever-present grief at the loss of her parents, though she tries to pull it all back as much as possible so it doesn't overwhelm him. He doesn't need to be burdened with all of that. ]