One Tuesday, a girl with a violin case sat on the opposite end of the bench. She didn't speak; she just opened her case and began to tune her strings. When she drew the bow across the wood, the first three notes weren't the ones Elias expected. They were better. They were the answer to the hum.

He didn't jump up or shout. He simply opened his notebook to the last blank page and started to write. The city was still moving too fast, but for the first time in years, Elias was exactly where he needed to be. I Don't Care How Long It Takes - d4vd Remix - TikTok

"I don't care how long it takes," he whispered to the falling rain.