Not a dramatic sob, but a quiet, leaking sort of cry. The kind that comes from a place you didn’t know had a faucet. Celine’s voice soared, impossibly clear, impossibly huge. “’Cause I’m your lady, and you are my man…”
She slid the CD out of its tray. It was flawless. No scratches. She turned it over, watching the rainbow sheen of the data layer catch the weak winter sunlight. It felt heavier than it should. It wasn’t just a polycarbonate disc; it was a decade of her mother’s life, compressed into 73 minutes and 18 seconds of laser-read pits and lands. celine dion all the way cd
Because her mom was right. You have to feel it all the way. Not a dramatic sob, but a quiet, leaking sort of cry