Paris pulled the bow across the strings sullenly. He stared into the sunset and reminisced. It was that day. The first anniversary of Nara's death. His heart was heavy, and he got no work done today. It physically pained him to be productive. He just wanted to go home and cry. However, he stayed. For the sake of his company. Instead of leaving, he withdrew his violin from its box and began to play.

"You are my sweetest downfall..." he sang softly.

"I loved you first...
I loved you first...
Beneath the sheets of paper lies my truth...
I have to go...
I have to go...
My hair was long when we first met..."

He choked on his sadness, yet he pressed on.

"You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first
I loved you first
Beneath the stars came fallin' on our heads
But they're just old light
They're just old light
Your hair was long when we first met

Nara came to my bed
I told her that all gold was lead
Told her she was beautiful and she came into my bed
Oh I cut my hair myself one night
A pair of dull scissors in the yellow light
And she told me that I'd done alright
And kissed me 'til the mornin' light
The mornin' light
And she kissed me 'til the mornin' light

Nara went back to bed
So much hair left on her head
Ate a slice of honey wheat bread and went right back to bed
Oh, we couldn't bring the columns down
Yeah we couldn't destroy a single one
And history books forgot about us
And the bible didn't mention us, not even once

You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first..."

Paris felt the tears streaking his face. He placed the violin down on his desk before laying down his head and completely losing himself. He didn't hear his door open. He didn't even hear the vase clink onto the desk. The only thing he even noticed was the small hand stroking his hair. He knew exactly who it was, and he wrapped his arms around her middle and cried into her chest. Yxari smiled softly and began to sing as well.

"Samson went back to bed..."