[the silence settles around them, but Salieri doesn't feel inclined to break it just yet, blinking rapidly as he lowers the violin. The breath he sucks in is shaky and a little more hitching than he means for it to be--a bit too close to a quiet, small sob. Grief feels heavy in his chest, painful and aching, and he stares straight down at the bleachers in front of him, trying to control himself.]
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