To distract Mutja’s fractured mind, Ondine played her dear friend’s favorite songs to accompany her through her sorrows.

After few songs, Mutja noticed a tune she never heard before. “Mutja, I have a new song but it's not finished,” Ondine said as her finger danced on the piano. “Come here, help me compose this one.” Mutja's body felt heavy. The sofa felt as if it was attached to her back. She shrugged and dragged her feet across the floor. Walking to the piano seemed like a long journey. At last, she managed to sit beside Ondine. Mutja listened to the soft tunes, put her fingers right next to Ondine’s and played harmonious chords as if she already knew the song bye heart. Ondine noticed that Mutja couldn't resist to move with melody they composed and a small smile flourished on her lips. Mutja turned her head, and their eyes met. Her heart skipped a beat, her head moved toward Ondine’s, their lips touched.

Ondine tried to hide her surprise. “I’m sorry”, Ondine whispered. Taken aback, Mutja’s eyes quickly switched to her trembling fingers on the piano keys. “Well... um, why don't we take it from the top. Shall we?” Ondine broke the silence. Mutja could only answer with a frail nod.