The Countdown

Seven...

Seven violin melodies he'd written for me. Ever since we were young he wanted to play the violin, I never knew why, but it made him happy. Just the thought of him playing the instrument made him so excited.
So I saved up my money and bought him one, his eyes lit up when he saw it. We were only sixteen but I remember every detail of that day. The way he hugged me so tight that my lungs nearly caved in. His eyes welling up, glazed with happiness. And the way he said, "How can I ever repay you?"
"Compose for me. Compose about us," I whispered as I moved a piece of his fallen stringy locks.
"Seven, no more, no less," we agreed.
It didn't take him long to learn how to play the violin, it never took him long to do anything.
He played so beautifully and every song he composed, every note he played, were cared for and protected, as if it was a precious memoir.
Unfortunately I then had to leave, just before he played me his seventh and final composition, I was torn away from him, I wasn't even allowed to write to him.
I was heartbroken... that is until I payed a visit to his apartment.
I was let out of prison after my verdict of 'innocent' was made and I wanted to see him. I needed to see him. I knew he'd be expecting a visit from me but when I opened the door I was taken away by the beautiful sound of him playing the violin. It had been so long since I last heard him play that I took my time up the stairs, trying my best not to startle him.
I stepped over the threshold of his apartment only for him to stop playing. All I can remember was needing to find out what he was playing without being caught. My eyes were drawn to the music paper he was just playing from. As I moved closer I was able to catch a quick glance of the title.
Written in bold letters,
'For The Love Of My Life, Jim Moriarty'.