STAR-CROSSED WONDERS OF HANNAH BLYTHE: Sammy's song
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I belive that everyone has their own song.
Some may argue that they don't. They'll tell you that they don't really listen to music, that they find the whole act preposterous and pretentious and how it is impossible for a person to define themselves with just one song - and later on you catch these people blasting that one particular Belle & Sebastian song on the radio.
It is scientifically yet unexplained, but there had been many observations, which provided many conclusions and thus symptoms of "finding your own song." The noted ones are most definitely: absolute amazement, definite delight, and that particular healing sadness that makes you cry all the terrible sorrows off your chest.
For example, the old lady in the bakery has her own song, which she listens to whenever she's baking bread. How can one tell? Somehow, it makes the breat taste better, the crust more crunchy and the middle a bit softer.
Even the pianist in the old café has his own song - and the best part is he gets to play it. You can see, how his expression suddenly turns into a happy one, how his finger run a bit more swiftly up and down the piano and how it sends chills down his spine when he plays that crescendo exactly how he wants it to sound.
Sammy had her song too. I remember, when she ran down the school's hall, shouting how I really have to hear this amazing song and how I'm going to love it. I did listen to it, incidentally, but it wasn't the same for me as it was for her. It's never the same. One cannot comprehend the perfection of a song that belongs to someone else. It is impossible to understand what it is that makes the song so amazing and absolutely beautiful.
Sammy's parents didn't understand either. It's probably why they didn't play it at her funeral, because for them it was just another song, that their teenage daughter was obsessing over slightly more than the rest of the songs on her phone. And it's okay. They couldn't have understood.
Alas, it makes me sad when I give it a second thought. It was Sammy's song. Like the star-crossed lovers in the novels she loved so much, they should've parted together. That one, perfect song, and that one, amazing girl.