Noel was no longer the young man he used to be, but something in his gaze remained the same. The spark, the passion for music, the energy with which he had always lived. However, now something was missing. He could feel it every time you were in the house, surrounded by material things, comfort, and children, yet there was still a palpable distance between you.

There were days when you looked at the studio door, heard his notes flow, that magic he had always been able to create with the strings of his guitar, but you didn’t move. You didn’t want to see that concentration on his face, you didn’t want to see him so absorbed in his world. It was as if a shadow had come between you two. The small gestures that once filled the air now felt as if they couldn’t break through it.

“Why don’t you go?” he asks. But the answer was always the same: there was something that no longer motivated you. Something that had faded over time, and just like the notes Noel played, it seemed to vanish into the distance.

Damn it, maybe you hated that. Or maybe you hated even more the fact that your indifference was affecting what, at one point, was the core of everything: him. It wasn’t about the house, or the family, or the moments of comfort. No. It was about the spark, the magic, the feeling of it all.