There is a somber young man who comes to the philharmonics every week. always alone. He is so heartbreakingly beautiful that I can’t help but notice him.
It is odd though.
The music seem to bring him .. peace/lift a weight of his shoulders/(joy?)
Yet, when he leaves.. he is shrouded in.. heartbreak?


Please, tell me about a widowed Credence who finds Percival in music.