a duet.

They sang the song.  Their voices fit together perfectly in an impossibly well-balanced blend of strength and solace.  It should have sounded so wrong, but it sounded so right.  So right... save one detail.

He liked the harmony.  It suited them best.

She, however, liked the melody: clear, strong, and unwavering in its power.  There were moments when it seemed as though she would yield to the gentle harmony…  Perhaps she would find the ethereal beauty in it – the nearly impossible-to-detect string of love.

No, it was only a momentary lapse – nothing more, nothing less.  Her brief hesitation was not enough to save their song.  She played the delicate portion on his heart one moment and ruthlessly pounded away at the melody the next.

He liked the harmony.  It suited them best.  But alas, she would never know.