The Tangle Meet me out by the fire escape

Her faltering smile became easier when he spoke. She felt touched by the gift he had given her- and felt undeserving of being the one to deliver it to the children. The promise of seeing him here, again, brightened her spirits. ”I will too. Be well, Chéri,” She said, in almost a whisper, before she turned and trotted off. 

She’d allow herself some time to mourn before she returned. She felt a longing return that she had thought she’d buried, and would need to bury yet again. When she returned to the children, the song remained in her memory only; she would not sing it until she could sing it without regret.