Mist hung in the atmosphere, blocking the sunlight. The oxygen around him was cold. He sat in the window seat, zoning out reminiscing, but this time it wasn't for the enjoyment of recalling those happy memories, the moments crawling back with a feeling of dread. It was as if his mind wanted him to feel hurt whenever the thought came creeping back up to the surface.

"Jason!" He heard a woman exclaim as he heard her giggles, he looked out the window and saw a woman and a reflection of him in the garden. Both were planting flowers and just messing around with each other, the dirt rustling around as they threw it at each other. The searing pain he felt in his heart could have been equivalent to the same pain as death. He aggressively took hold of the curtains as he slid them shut. Clear crystal-colored tears welled up in his eyes as he buried his face into his hands and wept quietly.

The air was dense, the whole thing felt grueling- crying in a dark room, all alone, basking in the agony of vulnerability. However, the only thing that dimly lit up a corner of his room was his computer. The mouse hovering over the reply button of an email that was sent to him a few weeks ago.

When he stopped, he stood up and sighed, his shoulders tensing as he walked towards the desk, sitting down in the chair as he reread the email like he wasn't able to understand it the first time he read it. As soon as he sat down he heard the same woman's voice behind him. She held a violin in her hand as she sat on the edge of his bed, wiping the rosin off the violin strings. At that time, he felt as if he was living the moment again, he had been through it before but maybe his conscience was trying to tell him something.

"Jason, you should go. It's not every day you get an opportunity to be able to pursue your dream, especially in a different country." She said, looking up from her violin, and putting on a warm smile that stretched across her face. Just then he started speaking- not him but it seemed like a flashback in his eyes. "I shouldn't, it's in Italy. That's what, around an 11-hour flight?" He replied, turning his chair to face her. "I know, but it is your dream, right? Now it's here right in front of you, you get 2 months of studying under a master of violin making! Just like how you always wanted to make violins." She says as she starts packing away her violin in the case. "Evelyn, I can't leave you- what if something happens when I'm gone?" He asks, growing worried and anxious. She just approaches him, cups both sides of his face in her hands, and speaks softly. "I will be fine, and don't you already know?" She reassures, before pausing and then smiling once more. "If anything happens, remember I love you." That was all she said before he snapped back to reality.

That's right. His name is Jason- she was Evelyn, they were soulmates. Both are 19, fresh out of high school and both looking to chase after their dreams side by side. Soon he got an opportunity to study as an apprentice to master of violin making, for a few months, a man named Dante Guzman in Cremona, Italy. Evelyn convinced Jason to go, but a few days before his flight-she had been shot in a tragic drive-by shooting. Jason remembers that night clearly when the police explained what happened, then his world came crashing down on him, Jason was still trapped underneath the debris.

He falls to his knees as he bawls his eyes out, the pain of longing for her being stronger than ever. Soon he feels a touch on his shoulder. "Dear, stop crying." Jason looks up and sees Evelyn, trying to comfort him. "I'm here to support you. Please go to Italy, pursue your dream, and expand your horizons, it's all I want from you. Please" She begged, her smile turning into a frown. "I can't," He protested, his voice shaking. "I can't leave-" Was all he let out before being interrupted. "You aren't leaving, remember. I love you no matter what and I will always be with you each step you take. In your heart." She smiles as she hugs him before her spirit fades away into the night. Jason then realizes what he has to do, something new growing inside him as if Evelyn had taken his hand and pulled him out from underneath all the rubble covering his motivation before.

He stood up, made his way to the desk, and typed his response. Letting out a sigh of relief that he had been holding in for a while. His heart is slowly but surely being rebuilt again.