[Elizabeth looks down at Gai's mouth and runs her fingers over his jaw softly. She doesn't want to dig up more sadness and depression, but she can only think that Gai's songs come from his heart. And if it's such a somber and dark place, Elizabeth must not be loving him enough. Not that sadness was something either of them could avoid completely, but she can't imagine Gai wanting to be reminded, by Elizabeth, of how dark his world had been.]
Then write me something you want to hear me sing. Something that will make you happy.
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Then write me something you want to hear me sing. Something that will make you happy.