*FLASHBACK*
As John attempts to assault the base he thinks back. He then remembers something. He remembers a Marine at Mar Sara. He remembers the Marines stoic expression as he defended Mar Saran colonists from the Zerg. Before John left in the drop ship, he said something to him. What was it. What exactly was it, John thought. He remembered.
"Hold your temper no matter what. Fighting between yourselves is pointless, and being mad at the enemy is also fruitless. Rage destroys, and only creates more rage. Now get on the dropship..."
*FLASHBACK ENDS*
With that memory, John makes a promise to himself not be so frustrated towards the others in the group. Or the other enemies. Or.
Himself.
The anger being taken care of, John attempts to focus on the mission at hand. But one memory kept tugging at his mind. The sound of a song of a Piano reaching it's climax, slowly lowering down into silence. He remembered. That one day. That one single day.
*FLASHBACK*
John is sitting in a private building of Mar Sara City. An emotionless feeling surrounding him. The Psychiatrist began the session.
"Felling comfortable?"
Yeah, I'm fine.
"Mr. West, let us get to the issue at hand. Let's talk about Jill."
What do you want to know?
"Well then let's start simple. Can you describe her to me?"
Yeah...
Jill...
She was like...
Music.
Soft at first, soothing.
Tender notes one after the other, like, a beautiful song that gets stuck in your head. I'd listen to her, wrapped in her silken tune and just, just, smiling at my luck to have found something like her. An Angel, a music melody...
"Go on."
Have you ever loved anyone? Have you ever stood next to someone and thought to yourself: 'This is the person that I love, the person that above all other things I will dedicate myself to. Have you ever done that? It's...
It's, that incredible feeling that, that, you hear about in the, in the movies, that, that ecstasy, that, that middle ground between longing and satisfaction. Everything is in the balance, and she is right there, beside me, holding on to me. That I'm looking into her eyes, and that I'm holding back onto her.
We can stay like that forever.
That's love, that's Jill.
Music has parts, it has a rhythm and a meter to it. A predictability, a reliability...
The introduction starts first, y'know, has two or three lines of building notes, that set the emotion, the pace, if the songs good the notes speak to you, they say, they say, they...
Wow, there's something special coming up, something, grand. And soon enough, like a promise, the choir comes in, it's bliss, it's love, the voices of the choir sing out to you and say: 'This is the one that you're waiting for, you'll be together forever, I'll never love anyone else,' And if you take those words to heart, it's this rush of happiness, pleasure, security, nothing else of the world in my mind...
But, things simmer down, and the song moves on, the melody returns, and if you followed along, clapped your hands and smiled, what you're really thinking is 'When is that chorus coming back.' But you can't rush it, no, it's got a rhythm to it, and if you patient, your patient, they come back on it's own and you can sing again and it can be just as good as the first one, if not better, because that's how songs are, build with each refrain, each chorus the voices grow a little stronger and listen to those voices you hear, and everything is good, and you ride it, and it takes you where you have never been, but...
It's got a rhythm, I mean you can't stop it, not even if you tried with all the might in the world, it's not music if it doesn't have a rhythm.
But as the song goes builds, the chorus refrains, before you know, before you can stop it, it all comes to a crescendo, an incredible composition of everything you had came through, the rings, the sounds, the roars, that is the loudest sound you ever heard...
And then, it's, just, gone.
The song is over, and all you're left with, is silence. That's love. When the song is over you're still the same people. You just, lost your rhythm, and every day you go on like that it fades, it's gone.
No more music.
No more, love.
And it hurts, if you can't remember the tune.
It meant so much to you...
*John sniffs and begins to tear up.*
And now you can't even think about it again.
*Begins breathing harder and a tear is visibly seen.*
It eats up the inside of you like a cancer, you try to play it again but it's useless. So I went to her, and told her: 'Honey, I want to sing that song again, you remember your song?' I said it just like that, gentle, calm.
*At this point, John stops tearing up and breathing heavily. He begins speaking again in a more harsh sounding voice.*
She wouldn't sing it again. Not with me. I heard it in her voice. She'll never sing again with me. She found somebody else to sing it with, and I was all alone. That's no way a man could live. No way for a woman to live either.
*The Flashback ends.*
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