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My husband used to tell me that I have the heart of a dancer. Until the song is over, I will dance.
If I play a song, will you dance? I love you, Mona. You deserve the best.
[ . . . ] [ . . . ] [ . . . ] [The static lingers, getting louder, and louder, almost to a deafening point. But where pain and discomfort should be there's a comforting feeling instead.]
[Eudaemonia never left her side despite being long dead.]
Father told me you used to hear melodies in the static and hum them. Sometimes I feel like I can hear you sing through the line, as if you never left my side.
[Silence is the only thing that meets Teddy in response, afterall, the dead can't reach out back to the living. Even so, the air feels... lighter, as if their words did reach the intended receiver. Whatever she must have said in return, it must have been something among the lines of "That's so wonderful to hear, thank you for keeping in touch." ]
...María, he looks just like her. Isn't that just... wonderful? Oh, she would have loved to meet him... and you, too. I hope you've been resting well.