"Just sleep. When you're awake, we'll discuss. Tomorrow is another day." Xylander patted him gently, trying to massage Daniel's body into rest.
Daniel's eyelids were weak already, drifting shut, when he suddenly noticed a little violin in the corner of his room.
"How long has that been in my room?" Daniel's sudden question caught Xylander by surprise. He thought Daniel was finally surrendering to sleep, but apparently not.
Xylander looked at the violin, expression faintly lost, as memories threatened to burst out of the carefully locked door in his heart where he had sealed them.
The violin was a reminder—an accident that happened years ago, back when he was in the entertainment industry with his mother. Everything had fallen apart so badly that he was forced to abandon singing, his dream, and pursue business instead.
Now, with just one glance, all of it began to creep back.
