"I can forget everything. I've already forgotten. They're twirling a few blurry images in my head, but those too will soon be faded. What I haven't forgotten and will never forget is how you made me feel when I saw you and listened to you in some of your speeches. And always when you talk to me. You manage to silence me in front of you, Vinnie," he said to her tenderly and reaching for her hands, he tried to kiss her.

She, feeling the warmth of his breath, walked away bending her head. She twitched her eyelids awkwardly trying in her darkness to feel what Vince thought. She discreetly took her hands and crossed them while he drank more alcohol while he continued to look at her.

He left the bottle and tried to get close to the cocaine dust on the coffee table. He sucked the first line while Lavinia grabbed him as far as she could to keep him out of use. She kept him glued to the couch in an attempt to stop him. He obeyed her, but in his soul, there was a war of confused emotions and everything hurt him. She was still touching him, while he felt his breath heavily inflating and deflating his lungs.

"How can you deal with everything so well, it drives me crazy," he whispered in desperation.

"It's love, Vince. Love by its nature unites. Hate by its nature insulates. If you cannot be a pencil that will write one's happiness, then be the eraser that will put out his misery," she stuttered full of goodness.

He held her hand tightly, freezing his face very close to hers. She blinked a few times and a shadow appeared in front of her. Her pupils focused on Vince's eyes for a few seconds, making him think she saw him again, like that time. And again, the same darkness spread, as before.

"Vinnie, please tell me, I beg you, did you see me?" he asked on his knees.

She moved her head negatively. Yes, she saw him, but the darkness came back, as it always did. She didn't want to cause any unnecessary excitement that wouldn't make sense. Especially herself. And she wished it would never happen again. Hopes were eager to be born and it killed her when the result remained the same and she had to run to comfort her soul alone.

"What time is it?" she asked restless avoiding the moment.

"It's dark. It's almost midnight."

"I have to go."

"Do you want to stay here while you're in Montreal? Please, Vinnie, stay. I won't bother you, I'll leave, besides I have obligations to my record company, I have to get back to Vancouver right away."

"Thank you, but I'd rather not. The hotel is very close to the University, Kevin is helping me and..."

"They'll help you here," he interrupted her. "Luke will take you to college and wherever you want. And I can bring more staff if you want to-"

"Vince," she interrupted him in turn. "When you want to see me, you'll come to the hotel. I will instruct them to always let you pass," she reassured him, understanding that he proposed to her to stay in his mansion so that he could talk to her at all times. "And don't forget. Stand down. Get some rest. Calm down. Now, your soul comes first. Give her proper attention and don't ignore her. Like you gave for everything else," she kept up in a calm manner.

Without trying to push her, he took her back to the hotel, where some reporters were waiting. They started taking pictures immediately from the slow-approaching limousine. Lavinia had warned Kevin to wait for her in the lobby so they wouldn't make any comments. Vince went back to his mansion so he could stay there and rest.

After drinking enough alcohol, Vince sat on the piano and began to compose a melody that reflected his confused soul.

He knew he shouldn't have let Lavinia go back in time. He felt that she would never really be with him, except from a distance or as a social worker. Words to describe it, they didn't exist. He was content with his silence and left to the music, writing a song different from the others.

Price of silence

A lack of tears covered,

nostalgia the sky rained,

one heart in two severed.

A wounded meaning lost away,

everything stayed with me,

love them strong.

I paid dearly for the price of silence,

taking out of my soul a burst of screaming.

I let time win,

I pay an open wound price.

Giving the solution that hurts,

I heard in me a lament, sorrow holding.

I kept a rare true queen on the throne,

I forgot to live I only loved her.

I paid dearly for the price of silence,

taking out of my soul a burst of screaming.

I let time win,

I pay an open wound price.