Saku sat at the door, his hear by the crack taking in the half written music his father was playing on the keyboard. The melody was probably one of the lovliest and saddest Saku had ever heard Zac play, but it was nothing against the words, and how he sang the words that acompanied it. Zac didn't sing it well, no, not by a long shot. Zac's voice was so ragged, Saku thought that he was fighting the urge to cry. A wonder he could sing at all, actually.
Many of the words Saku couldn't quite make out, but although Zac never said her name, Saku knew it was about Tru. He recounted precious memories and lamented the absense of others he had never been there for. Chords vibrated though his bones and the song seemed to have no chorus other than a repeated frustration about not having gotten to know her better - or at least not as well as he felt he should have.
Saku sat at the door and cried with his father.