He watched silently as she played. Her soft strokes of the piano keys, the dress she wore, the moonlight shining down upon her through the windows. A scene he would always remember.

Impulse struck.

"Dance with me?"

Enfolding her in his arms, they swayed slowly to the music that no longer sounded.

He heard her whisper, "I love you."

He held her tighter, breathed her scent.

"Love you too…"

Dave's eyes flickered open. The moon still shone. The silent music still played. But he danced alone. He crushed Rita's dress in his arms, weeping to the memory of her serenade.