Fields of heaven

Suggested form: one-shot

Genre: slight!angst

Percentage finished: 5%

POV/ tense: 3^rd person; past

Characters:

            MC [M/F] (suggested female)

            Person A [M]

            Person B [M/F] (mentioned)

Background/ summary:

• MC goes back to their hometown
• No one recognizes them
• They sneaks back into their old school
• Plays the piano
• MC remembers their history with Person B and that song
• Person A stops to listen and asks her questions
• MC remembers why they titled it Fields of Heaven
• Ends with “Well, he used to play the cello…”

Parts written out:

A: “I’ve never heard a sound like that. Did you compose it?”

MC: “No, I simply rearranged it. It used to be a duet.”

A: “What’s it called?”

MC: “Fields of heaven.”

A: “You seem to have a long history with it. There must be a story behind it.”

She hesitated. The grief had consumed her so long, so long that she had been unable to play that song, to talk about what she had lost.

He stopped in the doorway. Turning over his shoulder, he tried a smile but it never reached his eyes. “Maybe we will meet again someday in the fields of heaven.”