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He was the gentleman. Calm, composed, and polite. Of course, that’s what she had always loved about him. Now, she was never a ladylike girl, but she always tried for him, and the one thing she wanted most was a dance with him. An excuse to hold him close, feel their hearts beating in sync with violin strains and gentle piano chords. Whenever he needed help, whether it was composing music or war, she was the first to jump in and volunteer. Just the relieved expression or a small smile was all she needed in thanks, because it was the little ray of hope that he loved her too. So she continued to constantly be there, even if he didn’t