One short story
One love
of one pair of people
in a period of time that lasts forever
Missing Note
This room was once filled with music. The music played side by side by two people who bind their souls together. A young man sits and plays the sound of a violin. And the girl who spread her fingers on the white piano The harmonious sound that goes together is engraved and never fades. The smile
And love can be felt without making eye contact. The aura that pervaded the room could not be described in words. It was as if even time could not touch them. Even time cannot separate them. And this song will never end
No matter how much you desire it But no human being can overcome the laws of nature.
A woman walked into the room. It was different from what she remembered. The room that used to be white and clean No matter how you looked at it, it looked untainted and pure. Now it was full of stains, mold, moisture, everything that had destroyed its beauty. In the middle of the room was a large grand piano. Standing out in all its glory, yet alone, it looked as if it was slowly dying.
His skin was still white, but it had become dull and pale, not looking as beautiful as before. The cobwebs became a garment that covered it. The leather upholstery of the chair was torn. She walked over to me. There was a longing, mournful look in his eyes. His palm slowly stroked the wood of that white piano. She didn't care about the dirt or cobwebs that touched her hands. The only thing that appeared in her mind was the image of this once beautiful piano.
She sank down onto the chair. Gently open the cover of the piano. It was still the same piano she used to play. But it's not the same. The once white keys are now yellow, old, and decayed.
That song that she played with him She still remembered that note. Her brain remembered. Her hands remember So did her own heart. It's not difficult to play again.
The song begins As sweet as ever But he was sad and lonely. Not like last time Something has disappeared And she couldn't fill it.
The song continues to progress.
It's loud. and he heard Amidst the empty darkness His head was empty. He was empty. without destination Only this music pulled him up. It's not the same. But he still remembers
Every step he took Some feelings began to return. Even though he doesn't remember anything at all. A white room appeared in front of him. The piano was open. No one playing But the piano keys moved on their own, forming a song. He didn't know the name of it. He doesn't remember anything.
His eyes fell on the violin. It sits in the corner of the room. That line is rusted. It looked old and close to breaking down. He felt that if he touched it It might fall apart. And he didn't want it to be like that. He couldn't remember, but he felt that it was very important to him.
Even so, the man still picked up the violin. He started playing it. He can't remember the notes. But his hands were still remembered.
The song is complete again. The sound of piano and violin that harmonize perfectly, no need to practice, no need to talk, no need to see each other. But the song remains the same. Their hearts are still connected as before.
She didn't see him. But she heard the sound of a violin. The kind of sound he plays His kind of rhythm No need to think about anything at all. Her fingers easily harmonized their songs. She knew he would do the same.
last time The song is beautiful. Simple and honest Pure love that blossoms This time it was filled with bittersweetness, sadness, longing, need, and tough love.
The song continues until the final note. She pressed her fingers on the keys. But there was no sound, it was broken, and at the same time, the sound of the violin became quiet. and the violin in the corner of the room Its cord was torn apart.
That song didn't end.
The woman lay down. Let your aging body lie on the ground. She's about to die.
Even though it's like that But she still smiled. Her eyes were tired. But it clearly radiated happiness.