the recovery project [2]

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aidan

everett is playing a piece. aidan doesn't remember the title, but it doesn't matter because the only thing he can focus on is the deftly fingers of everett, the rapid movement of the bow sliding back and forth against the strings. the blonde is sitting right next to him, playing, his eyes closed, inhaling with each sharp breath of a note.

aidan wants to capture this moment forever.

everett sets the cello aside at the end, letting out another breath before turning to the other boy as he cracks his knuckles. "did you—"