He stood silently, afraid to move. He heard those tones, the beginning of that one song, one of the most beautiful songs ever created, the musical embodiment of three years of soaring feelings of love, rejection, jealousy. Feelings of hurting, sadness, depression, suicide. His fingers killed the cigarette he had smoked, and reached immidiately for another one. After all this time, listening, just listening, was still a struggle. He stood completely still as her voice soared with intensity,...