Heartstrings and Violin Bows

Levi loved the violin. He loved the violin because he could use it to express his emotions. He could convey how he was feeling in a way that words just wouldn't do.

Eren loved music. He loved music because sometimes, the lyrics in a song perfectly explained what he was feeling. He found solace in knowing that whatever he was going through, he wasn't alone. Someone, somewhere had probably written a sappy song about their 50th heartbreak at some point.

Eren fell in love easily, and Levi did too, but it took longer for Levi to admit his feelings to himself, and then to the person he loved. Eren loved recklessly. He could fall in love with a perfect stranger with a passing glance. No words exchanged, no red string pulling them together. He was finally learning how to guard his heart, and Levi was trying desperately to learn how to set his free.

Levi loved the violin.
Eren loved his violinist. Yes, he would think. My violinist. Not mine in proximity, but mine all the same.

Levi loved the violin.
Levi also loved his starry-eyed melomaniac.
Eren loved his violinist.

'But what to do, oh what to do
Admitting feelings, so construed
Why should I,
When all love dies
My hearts been through too
much! '
he cried
But mayhap this time,
My heart will fly—
No!
Stop this,
Stop this nonsense,
Conscience stop this blithering
I'll not entertain the thought a moment longer!

But Levi loved his—
His what?

He is not mine,
Yet what I wouldn't give—
Stop it!
These thoughts are spinning,
Why aren't they quiting,
Dizzying misery,
Let me alone.

But this is not misery,
Whispered his heart.
This is odd yes, very odd,
But comforting all the same.
Chemicals in the brain
All in disarray
Seratonin, dopamine, adrenaline,
An overabundance of one can cause madness,
Would not it be better to let your heart sing?

Alright, alright,
Just this once,
He sighed.
Heart do what you will,
Please let this be not some cheap thrill,
A happy night
And nothing more
I couldn't bear.

Eren loved his violinist.
Levi loved his star.