Novel & Cerita A Thousand Years In Piano Notes

That's what I feel. He looks at the dish in his hands. "You can feel it," he says. "Yes," I say. "The bloodline," he says. "Just the knowing," I say. "The regular version." He nods. We finish the dishes and he turns off the kitchen light. We go to the doorway of Lucia's room. We look at it in the dark. The piano. The crib. The window with the city lights below it. "A hundred and seventy-nine years," he says quietly. Again.

I cut him off. He froze. “Including this promise,” I said, “you’ve now said things like this to me exactly one hundred times. Every single time, you said next time would be different. And every single time, you broke your promise.” “Isabella—” “Let me finish.” Even I was surprised by how calm my voice sounded. “Luca, during the eight years we were engaged, I never regretted loving you. But after leaving you, I finally realized how miserable my life actually was.”

"Even when I'm awake." "What am I dreaming about?" "Us. Here. Growing old." He kisses my shoulder. "It's a good dream." "Yeah. It is." The piano arrives on day eight. A beautiful upright, dark wood polished to a shine. It takes four men to carry it inside and position it near the window. Lucian sits at it tentatively. Like he's afraid it might bite. "It's been three years," he says. "I might be terrible." "Then be terrible. I don't care."

I took the glass and gently clinked it with his. The music started, and he extended his hand to me. "Would you like to dance?" I hesitated for a moment before placing my hand in his. We danced gently to the music on the dance floor. "I heard you were at the headquarters before," he said. "Yeah, I've only been in Gardeenia for six months." "Do you like it here?" "I'm starting to like it now." He smiled, his eyes bright. "Gardeenia is a good place to start over."

I sat there alone all night. In the morning, a servant brought me a birthday cake. Black Forest, with a single white candle. I poured myself a glass of aged blood and raised it. “To our century.” I drained the glass and blew out the candle. My personal countdown hit zero. I dragged my suitcase out the manor's main gate. Sitting in the private car on the way to the airport, I pulled out my phone and sent Kaelan one last text. "Our century is over." With that one sentence, I said goodbye to a hundred years of my youth, and to my obsession with Kaelan.

It felt like ages since she'd last played it, ever since the accident. "Remember what I said," Arthur suddenly whispered right behind her ear as he gently placed both hands on the piano. "Music doesn’t have to be perfect. Sometimes, it’s the imperfections that make it beautiful!" Smiling at the sweet kiss he placed on her temple, Athena finally gathered the courage to let her fingers touch a few of the piano keys. She began to play a few notes, and Arthur joined in, complementing her until a beautiful, romantic melody filled the air. Each note was a conversation. Each glance between them held laughter, longing, memories, and silent declarations of love. Their smiles mirrored each other’s, gr

When Latton saw her, she gestured for her to join them. Thalia walked towards them. Albert simply ignored her presence, as he didn't want to ruin the moment he had with his daughter. "Is it okay for you to play the piano given that your right hand is still injured," she asks. Latton nods. "I'm only using my left hand and Dad is helping me to make sure we hit the right piece." Thalia smiled. "Mom, why don't you sing for us?" Latton asks softly. Shortly after, Latton slowly transitions the piano melody from the classical piece of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart's Sonata No. 16 to Bizarre Love Triangle by Frente.

**Oliva POV Lights beamed at me in every direction. The echo of silence took over the auditorium. I was alone on stage with nothing but a concert grand piano. The audience was lost in the shadows behind the glare of the lights. They were silent, but I knew they were there. My fingers ran across the keys, the notes drawing from the piano and echoing around the auditorium. My foot moved back and forth across the pedals, making all the right exaggerations to the notes. Five years of secret heartache flowed through my fingers.

"Weirdness is about to descend." What the hell is this? When I saw the words that suddenly appeared on the notebook, for a moment, I thought that someone had used invisible ink to do a prank on the notebook before. When I was seriously checking if there would be other words hidden in the notebook, the electronic clock on the table suddenly rang, "Tic tic tic tic tic, tic tic tic tic tic", concentrating on the notebook I was shocked by the sudden sound, and the notebook fell from my hand. I looked at the electronic clock, which was still ticking, and the time stopped at 00:00.

Ethan Caelan smiled and nodded. He stood up, walked over to the zither already placed in the room, gently sat down, and said, "This is a piece of music that I composed and recorded using the musical notation system. I hope you won't laugh at it." The room fell into silence as Ethan's slender fingers lightly plucked the strings of the zither. The sound from the instrument resonated beautifully, each note touching the souls of the listeners. Every vibrant sound seemed to tell a story, taking everyone through a spectrum of emotions, from gentle and profound to strong and passionate.