Chapter 145
Maurice had a deep, mellow, woody aroma, and that smell gently encircled me as he approached
- me.
My heart raced with his proximity. It was a feeling of both nervousness and excitement.
I tried to stay calm, but the scent was like magic, making my thoughts start to wander and I couldn’t
focus.
Why?‘ I asked softly.
Maurice’s deep eyes stared at me as he was about to answer me something. The conversation. between us was interrupted by the ever–watchful warriors, who seemed to have developed a deep distrust of Maurice. One of them, a large man with a stern expression, reached over with a cup of water. “Luna, please drink.”
Startled by the gesture, I blinked but took the cup. Without thinking too much, I sipped it and gave a
small nod in thanks.
Maurice glanced at the warrior with a smirk, then turned back to me. “Are you heading back to the
hotel after this?”
Before I could answer, another warrior jumped in, picking up a fan from the table. “Luna, are you
too warm? I can fan you.”
I stifled a laugh. How could I be warm when the air conditioning was blowing full blast? The warrior, determined to be useful, grabbed a few flyers from the hall and started fanning me vigorously, much to Maurice’s amusement. My hair whipped in the wind as I raised a hand to hold it down. “Thanks,” I said with a helpless smile, “but I’m fine, really.”
hall as
The concert began soon after, and I signaled for the warriors to be quiet. A hush fell over the ha a woman in a flowing, elegant gown walked onto the stage. She gave a graceful bow before sitting at the piano. The first few notes filled the air, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. “Elegy for a Lost Love* was the second–to–last piece on the program, and from the first chord, I could tell the pianist was fully immersed in the music.
As her fingers danced across the keys, the haunting melody enveloped the hall, pulling at every heartstring. The emotion in her playing was palpable, and I found myself on the verge of tears. The way the music swelled, the rise and fall of each phrase–it was like the story of a love that had faded but still left a mark. I wasn’t alone in my reaction. The audience around me was equally mesmerized, some quietly wiping away tears.
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I was so lost in the beauty of the performance that I didn’t notice Maurice stealing glances at me, hist eyes softened with affection. When the final note lingered in the air, I exhaled, feeling both awed. and emotionally drained.
As the applause filled the hall, Maurice leaned over and whispered, “Shall we head back?”
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I nodded, eager to capture the inspiration that had struck me during the performance. Maurice, ever the gentleman, flagged down a car for me and watched as I climbed in. “Get some rest,” he said softly, waving as I left.
When I arrived at the hotel, I wasted no time. I sat down at the piano in my room, still buzzing with the emotion I had just experienced. I pressed my fingers to the keys and began to play, letting the
music flow out of me.
a more profound.
The notes floated In the air, soft and delicate at first, before swelling into something more My fingers moved with grace, each key struck with intention, but despite the beauty of the melody, something felt… off. The more I played, the more I realized that what I was creating was a mere outline of the piece I had just heard. It had the right notes, the right rhythm, but it lacked the depth, the soul that had moved me earlier.
I sighed, stopping abruptly. “This isn’t it,” I muttered to myself, frustration creeping in.
I stood up, taking a deep breath before heading to the shower. The hot water washed away the tension in my muscles, but it couldn’t erase the dissatisfaction I felt with my performance. Wrapped in a towel, I collapsed onto the bed, still replaying the concert in my mind. I put on the recordings of other musicians playing “Elegy for a Lost Love* and listened intently, trying to understand what I
was missing.
Exhaustion soon took over, and it didn’t take long for sleep to claim me.
In my dream, I was transported back to that terrifying day when Lorik had pushed me into his car, shielding me from the thugs who had taken us hostage.
But this time, the memory twisted. The bullet that had only grazed his arm in real life now pierced.
his chest.
I watched in horror as Lorik stumbled, blood spreading across his shirt, his eyes wide with shock
before he collapsed to the ground. I screamed, rushing to him, but my voice seemed to echo in the void, unheard.
At the end of his life, Lorik’s bloodstained hand gripped my wrist tightly as he asked in a broken
voice.
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‘Now
……. are you willing to forgive me?
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