Ethan stands at the window and plays something soothing. Justin shifts on the bed and lets his sketchpad fall to his knees. Ethan’s bow dances across the violin and Justin tries to find peace in the gentle play of the strings.

The sun is setting behind Ethan in brilliant hues of orange, and Ethan must know that it bathes him in its fading light. Nature’s spotlight on the rising star. Justin bites down on the surge of resentment that coats his tongue like bile, and wonders when the urge to call Brian and admit his mistake will finally fade away.