The prompt for today from Hive account@mariannewest was "concert".

Here is what came from the prompt:

The tiny acts of rebellion in the darkness and the pulsating beat of an unknown arcane bass line wandered together to work magic. Virgil, who was usually my guide, always setting me right on my way through inferno, made concessions as the night went on. His hand lingered on the small of a back as he introduced himself to another group of ravers, his eyes wide as a raccoon’s. His stares into my eyes that made the night ever more painful. It was hard not to acknowledge that I at least cared for him. It was the capacity of that caring, that love, that scared me. It made me feel small, insignificant, and doomed. I was his best friend. The truest of truths deserved to go unspoken. But even as I watched over him, undertaking my own Virgilian vigil, I realized what it was, and why it scared me.