Inciting Incident 3

She sat next to him, calm, self-assured, and strong. 

"It is as though we are on the same string, just at opposite ends," her voice soft and sensual without a hint of effort. 

She gently slid her fingertips along his mandolin. "I am knotted here,"  her fingertips tapping the edge of the bridge. 

"But you are all the way over at the other end." She slid her hand along the strings to the tuning pegs, lightly twisting one between two fingers before letting her hand fall back into her lap. 

"When we are struck, we sing the same note, because we are connected. So whatever note is struck - love, caution, passion, fear - it reverberates back to each of us. I think we understand each other a lot more than we think we do." She took a deep breath before she continued. 

"But the problem is, these two ends never meet." She tapped each end of the strings, then let her hand fall to rest on his knee. 

"You have to break the whole thing to get those ends to touch."

Her hand brushed the top of his knee as she brought it back to her own lap. 

"And when you break it, you destroy something beautiful."

She couldn't think of what was right to say next. She