A Night For Broken Hearts

It begins with a whisper.

A single note hangs in the air — fragile, uncertain — like the way two people pause before saying goodbye.

The bass breathes slow, the piano answers softly, and the room turns quiet enough for memory to return.

Outside, the city hums — but in here, time moves differently.

Every chord is a confession. Every silence, a bruise that never healed.

And for a fleeting moment, love seems to flicker back to life — only to fade again, beautifully, deliberately.