Belle’s POVI shouldn’t have pressed play again.I knew that.The first time had been enough to prove it wasn’t just music. Enough to prove something was hidden inside it—something deliberate. Something meant.But knowing that didn’t stop me.It made it worse.Because now I couldn’t not hear it.My thumb hovered over the screen for half a second.Then—I pressed play.The sound slid back into my ears, soft at first, almost normal. A melody I used to know. A melody that used to mean something simple.Now it felt layered.Too layered.Like there were things sitting underneath it, buried just out of reach.I leaned forward slightly, elbows resting against the table, eyes locked on the diary. My fingers hovered above the page again—but this time, they didn’t hesitate.They followed.Left.Pause.Curve.Drop.Rise.The rhythm matched.Not perfectly.Not obviously.But enough.My breathing slowed, syncing with the pattern as I traced it again, more carefully this time. I wasn’t just listeni
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