James, the older of the two, placed a trembling hand on his brother William’s shoulder. “Are you ready?” he whispered.
William, seated at the piano, gave a slow nod. His fingers hovered above the keys, waiting for the moment to begin.
Their song was not just any song—it was their song. The one they had written decades ago, back when life was kinder, back when their dreams were still within reach. They had always wanted to be musicians, but life had other plans. James had lost his wife to illness, and William had battled health issues of his own. Their youthful aspirations had been pushed aside, replaced by responsibilities, regrets, and time slipping through their fingers like sand.
But tonight, none of that mattered.