The most important part of a date for me isn’t the location or the man you’re dating. It’s the music that helps you remember that night forever.
The right kind of music will help set the mood. You want to make it a night of passion and romance? Something slow with whisper like vocals that carry a deeper meaning would do the trick. You just want some casual fun between the sheets? Then play something fast paced with lyrics that mean absolutely nothing.
What started out as meaningless sex or something deeper will forever be connected with that tune. No matter where you go, once you hear that song, you’ll instantly be reminded of them and your first time together.
Regardless if you’re still with each other or not.
You might be able to forget the location of where you heard the song or the person you did it to, but that melody will always remain in your memories, even if you don’t want it to. You can look for a replacement all you want, but you can never replace what you had when you hear that ditty again.
Especially if you happened to play the song specifically for them.
You’d know that feeling all too well, don’t you Singing Death? You played a tune specifically for Vida as a sign of your affection. However, by playing it, you brought about her death.
I know you had to play it in order to take down a demented doctor, to fulfill your duty as a Mariachi, but I can tell you didn’t want to. You knew that once you played that melody, not only would you lose her forever, that song will always resonate in your head, reminding you of that moment for as long as you live.
You can still hear it to this day, can’t you? Every time you pick up that guitar, it plays in your head, reminding you of the love you gave up for the sake of not seeing her suffer anymore.
Despite that, I can tell you’re hurting inside. Every pluck of the strings and every note sung gives you nothing but pain, not the satisfaction of helping the dying along their way. You try to replace her companionship with the other horsemen, but nobody there is able to fill the hole in your heart or erase the song from your head.
Your longing to find love once more blinds you not only from doing your job, but also the current danger at hand. You were once a feared man that the other Titans wouldn’t even dare approach confidently. But now? With how often you’ve been laid out this year? You’re nothing more than a joke.
Go ahead, set down a rose for Vida. You’ll be pricked forty eight times because every one of those roses has its thorns, and they aren’t afraid to show you that love doesn’t mean shit when anarchy hits the arena.
What you desire will be the end of you.
Love,
Miss Murder