
James found her note and quickly read it. She wanted to meet, to talk, he did to. He badly wanted to be around her again, to talk, just to see her again, see her smile again.
The day seemed to last forever, his eyes always going to the clock, counting down the seconds, the minutes and the hours. Time seemed to move painfully slow, as if mocking him. Finally the day ended and the day turned to night and the time came.
He made his way up, hesitating at the door to the roof. The music, her music, so beautiful, so special. She deserved a better friend, or at least that's what he thought. He felt the tug of the music, he could maybe fought against it, but he didn't want to, so he opened the door and stepped through.
There she was, like a light at the end of a very dark tunnel. He tried to smile at her, but it came out sad with a little pain as he walked toward her. He'd missed her so much, far more than he'd realized.