Wren could not take his eyes off you as you continue to play and sing this sad ballad. Your voice was ethereal, it was sweet, but at the same time it was painful. A beautiful pain that could make anyone even Wren melt for you.

He stands there listening, entranced by your voice and melody. Then you sing about how you didn't return the effort Wren put for you.

"He wanted a bride, I was making my own name. All of me changed, like midnight rain."

The words you sing pierced Wren's heart.