[It takes her a while. She leaves him a recorded message a few minutes later, well past midnight. The raindrops can be heard in the background, but Mari's voice can be heard over the din, telling a simple story of looking at others from the outside, a gentle and lonely song.
Oh, this rain It will continue Through the morning As I'm listening...
She doesn't finish the song. There are a few seconds of dead air before it ends. Her eyes are closed knowing that at least she gave something in return.]
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All songs are good for the soul.
They help us to heal and mourn in ways words cannot.
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Oh, this rain
It will continue
Through the morning
As I'm listening...
She doesn't finish the song. There are a few seconds of dead air before it ends. Her eyes are closed knowing that at least she gave something in return.]
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He says aloud as he smiles; he thinks that she has fallen asleep and does not want to submit a notification that may wake her.
One day, he hopes to hear the rest of the song, but now is happy that they were able to heal one another. ]