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A piano. My steps led me to the main room, where the old piano stood like a keeper of time. There he was. Sitting with a slightly hunched back, his fingers pressing gently against the keys. He was playing something I didn’t recognize. Perhaps not even a song—perhaps just a series of notes whispered by his heart. "I didn’t know you could play the piano," I said from the doorway. He turned briefly, then gave a small smile. "Not really. But sometimes the things you can’t say with your mouth find a way out through the keys."

I let my hands hover over the keys for a moment, feeling a sense of anticipation building within me. With a deep breath, I pressed down on the keys, and the first notes rang out, clear and pure. The sound resonated through the room, filling the space with its haunting melody. I chose to play a song that I had loved and played often as a child, a piece titled "Falling Dominos." The lyrics of the song were incredibly sad, telling a story of loss and heartbreak, but the music itself was even more melancholic. The symphony that unfolded on the piano was almost depressing, a cascade of minor chords and somber melodies that seemed to echo the deepest sorrows of the soul.

He said, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “I'm glad you're agreeing you're an ass.” She was to say, but she swallowed it, not ready to go back and forth with him with words. He would most likely win, seeing the mood she was in before. “I didn't know you can play the piano.” She said, looking down at the old thing. It was a Marilyn Monroe piano, so it was sure expensive. Oh, no! Chloe knew nothing at all about pianos but she had once seen this particular type once when she went with her father to a display auction of old things like this for his boss, and he had told her the name and how much it was worth. She couldn't exactly remember the exact price but she remembered it was a ridiculous am

“You light my world like nobody light my world (light my world) That's why I give you things I don't give other girls I'm not the best at love but, baby, I could learn (baby, I could learn) Let's take a chance and maybe we can make it work…” she kept singing the song as she did not realize that her parents and Vladimir were already in the living space and listening. “I didn’t know that you can play piano.” Vladimir approached Ashlyn since her parents totally don’t know how to react because they’d been missing the musical side of their daughter. “Well, you didn’t ask.” Ashlyn stopped singing but she was still playing the piano as if she never stop playing it. “Fair reason.” Vladimir chuckled

I don't understand it but my body reacts like it does, like it knows her, like it's been waiting for her. "Stop," I repeat again, stepping forward harder this time as the ground beneath me cracks slightly, and the piano sound stutters as for the first time her hands pause completely and she looks at me again. This time it feels different, softer, like she is deciding something, like she is saying goodbye before she even arrives. I whisper "No" though I don't know why my voice has dropped like that. She tilts her head slowly and then plays again one final sequence of notes.

I murmured, glancing toward the door where sunlight was starting to push through the melting snow. “I know,” Kai said. He stood up slowly and closed the lid of the piano with a soft, deliberate click. He didn’t look afraid. He looked like a man who had finally tuned his own heart, who had remembered a piece of himself that no contract or legacy could touch. “But they can’t take the five notes, Anya. I didn’t write them down. They aren’t in a file. They aren’t part of any archive. They’re just mine.” He leaned down and kissed the top of my head, his lips warm against my hair. The gesture was simple, unhurried, full of a quiet kind of certainty.

he said quietly, "was composed by Schumann for his beloved Clara." I stiffened, feeling heat rise to my cheeks. "You knew that?" "Yes." His voice was steady, matter-of-fact. My brows furrowed in confusion. "If you already knew what it meant, why ask me to play it?" I searched his face. "Are you... are you making fun of me?" Aiden stepped closer, his tall frame casting a shadow over the piano and me. "Haven't you felt anything, Aria?" "What do you mean?" I stared up at him, genuinely confused.

People change—especially when their hearts get crushed. "If you apologize to Sofia and admit you were wrong, the wedding goes on as planned." He said it slowly, like he knew he was pushing it. I froze, then smiled sweetly. "Alright. I'll apologize. I won't upset either of you again." Adriano nodded, satisfied—but something flickered behind his eyes. He could tell something was off. He just didn't know what. Right then, one of his capos—Paolo—pushed in. "Don, your madre's here."

I commend, but I get no reply. Why do I feel like I understand what he’s doing? He’s locking up… Ignoring the pain… He’s not going to try and act like the incident with Dimitri didn’t happen, will he? “That was Ode to Joy. The second tune my mother made me learn on the piano.” He suddenly speaks as he places his fingers on a few keys, and a small, bitter smile splits my face. “She must be proud. You play so well.” I commend, and he starts playing the piano again.

As she talks to herself infront of the mirror, Mom comes out of the bathroom. “Who is “he”?” “He?” Izzy is startled. “I’m sure I heard you say he”. Mom assured her of what she had heard. When Izzy saw that Mom might have heard what she said, she had to nip it in the bud. “Think Izzy…think!”. “Oh he……he…….he…….? It’s a song?? A new one. I don’t know it so well so I mix the words. That must’ve been what you heard”.