NovelAppChapter 184 The first syllables of the piano echoed softly, pullingback to a tlong past.
As my fingers traced the familiar keys, memories washed over me, vivid and haunting.
I had been ostracized by my foster parents as a child, and my only refuge was a broken piano stowed away in the dusty attic.
It was my escape, the one thing that could alleviate my loneliness when no one else was there.
On my seventh birthday, I had crept to the top of the stairs, hoping for a surprise, hoping maybe this year they would remember.
read. I saw my foster parents, arms around Alice, leading her out the door to play, laughing as they leftbehind. Forgotten. Unwanted.
I had crept back to the attic with tears in my eyes and sat at the piano.
It was then that I composed my first melody.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtA simple, fragile tune that whispered the only birthday wish I'd receive that day.
Happy birthday to me. That small song becmy secret, a balm for the wounds I carried from my so-called family.
Later, as the years went by, my foster parents would dragalong on visits to other packs, paradingin front of strangers to show their kindness A cruel irony, really. They would never treatwith kindness themselves, but to outsiders, they wanted to appear generous.
One particular visit to Silvermoon stayed with me.
I had wandered away from the group and stumbled upon a grand piano in the hallway of the pack's mansion.
My fingers were drawn to it, like a moth to a flame.
I sat down and started playing the melody I had written years ago.
It was the first tI played it anywhere other than the attic.
I can still remember that moment-how the wind blew softly through the open window, carrying with it the scent of wildflowers.
The afternoon sun had bathed the room in golden light, and for a brief moment, I forgot everything.
The tinyof that year, sitting alone and lost, overlapped with theof this moment, standing here at this piano, still playing the ssong.
I pressed the keys again, lost in the melody I had composed all those years ago.
It wasn't until I played the first riff that I noticed a change in the air. Leo, who had been quietly listening, suddenly froze.
His face went pale, and a look of disbelief washed over him.
His eyes widened as if he'd seen a ghost.
As the final notes faded into silence, I turned to face him, only to find him staring atwith a mix of shock and confusion.
"Where did you hear that song?" Leo asked, his voice barely a whisper, but his tone was heavy, filled with an urgency that startled me.
My heart pounded. I had guessed right. He had heard it before.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"I wrote it," I said softly, "I wrote it when I was a child, on my birthday. No one else has ever heard it. I was all alone in the attic." Leo's expression shifted, pain and realization flickering in his eyes. He staggered back a step as if the weight of the truth was too much to bear.
His voice broke, "It wasn't Aira... It was you.... All this time, it was you." He looked at me, his face etched with regret, and I knew what was happening.
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Leo had spent years believing that Aira was his White Moon, the one who had woken him from his slumber. But it had been me. I had played that melody in Silvermoon that day. Not her.
Lee's voice trembled as he spoke. "I. I can't believe it. Aira toldshe swore it was her. But it was you How could I have been so blind?" His face crumpled in anguish. "All this time, I've been loving the wrong person. It was never her, Elizabeth it was always you." The weight of his words hitlike a punch to the gut. My heart clenched, and I felt tears sting my eyes.
All these years of being hurt, of watching him be with her, when it should have been me, My fingers tightened on the piano keys, the wood creaking beneath the pressure.
I stood up slowly, my legs unsteady.
"You didn't see me, Leo," I said quietly, "You couldn't seebecause you were too busy believing in lies! You let her deceive you. And because of that, we went through things we never should have, I was hurt... over and over." I swallowed the lump in my throat. "But the truth doesn't change anything, does it?" Leo's breath hitched. He stepped toward me, desperation bleeding into his voice.
"Elizabeth... please, don't go. I love you. I've always loved you. I was just too blind to see it."
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