The Rise of Phoenixes - Chapter 281

... f in her soft fingers, gleaming stars in her eyes.

He though back to that day he truly began to understand death and loss as he lay on the rooftop in the rain, playing the flute until his mouth bled.

The cold and salty taste in his mouth seemed to echo the bitterness of life.

He was unsure whether he preferred his old tranquility or this new desire to learn.

He knew bitterness, and he knew the sweet happiness that came after bitterness fled.