The Sound Of The Guitar

The guitar hangs on the wall. It's smooth and shiny, no dust sits on it due to its daily cleaning. The room has a better look to it with the guitar there.

She smiles as she looks at it. A tear rolls down her cheek.

"Would you like to play?"

Nova turns around to see Mrs. Joles walk into the room.

"He wouldn't mind." A tear rolls down her cheek too.

"Play Can't Help Falling In Love... that's my favorite song." The memory of Nova saying that to Beck makes her smile a little more.

"I'd love to play."