" It was a room just for music.

I realized I couldn’t remember the last time I’d sung.

I couldn’t remember the last time I’d missed it.

I touched the edge of the piano; the smooth finish was cold beneath my fingertips. Somehow, right now, with the chill evening pressing in against the windows, waiting to change my skin, I was more human than I had been in a long time. "

― Maggie Stiefvater , Linger (The Wolves of Mercy Falls, #2)