Chapter 167
She looked at me with a slightly puzzled expression, then nodded thoughtfully. “Yes, I’ve heard of that. It was a strange event. The music seemed to have a significant effect on him.”
“Do you remember when it happened?” I asked, leaning forward slightly.
Caroline furrowed her brow, trying to recall. “It must have been around his birthday that year.”
Her words triggered something in my memory. That year, I had visited the Silvermoon Pack with my parents around Lorik’s birthday. An idea began to form in my mind..
I was lost in thought for a few moments, my mind racing through the possibilities. It seemed too coincidental, but sometimes the smallest details from the past had the most profound impact on the present.
Time slipped away as we chatted, and before I knew it, Caroline broke the quiet moment with a light laugh. “You should probably go now, Shirley. You and Lorik must have a date tonight, right?”
I froze, my mind blank. A date? I hadn’t planned anything for tonight. As the realization hit me, Caroline’s smile faltered slightly, sensing my hesitation.
“You didn’t forget today is Lorik’s birthday, did you?” she asked carefully.
I forced a smile, trying to mask my surprise. “Of course not,” I lied, feeling a pang of guilt. I hadn’t remembered at all. How could I forget something like that? Every year in the past, I had gone all out to celebrate Lorik’s birthday. But this year, with everything that had been happening, I hadn’t even thought about it.
Caroline relaxed, smiling again as she stood to see me off. “I’m sure you’ll make it special for him,” she said warmly.
As I walked out of Caroline’s house, I took a deep breath and called Lorik. The least I could do was wish him a happy birthday.
“Happy birthday,” I said when he answered the phone.
”
There was a pause on the other end of the line. “I didn’t realize you remembered,” Lorik said after a moment, his voice soft with surprise. “I’m glad.”
I smiled at his reaction, but I felt a pang of guilt again. “Of course I remembered.”
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“Are you free tonight?” Lorik asked, sounding more cheerful now. “I’d like to take you to dinner.”
“Sure,” I agreed, grateful for the chance to make up for my earlier forgetfulness.
When I arrived at the restaurant later that evening, Lorik was already there, waiting for me. He looked more dashing than usual, dressed in formal attire, his eyes lighting up as soon as he saw me, The atmosphere felt warm and intimate, the soft lighting casting a golden glow over everything.
“You look amazing.” he said, his smile genuine. “I was ready to spend my birthday alone, honestly. With everything going on in the pack, I’ve been so busy I almost forgot myself.”
“I didn’t think I’d remember?” I teased, raising an eyebrow. I was still trying to make up for not preparing anything for his birthday.
Lorik chuckled softly. “Even though you didn’t prepare a gift, just having you here is the best present
I could ask for.”
I laughed, feeling some of the tension melt away. As we talked and shared a meal, drinking red wine and laughing at old memories, I could see that the weight of recent events was lifting off his
shoulders, even if only for a short time.
After a while, Lorik started to look a little tipsy, the wine working its magic. He was more relaxed,
more open, and his smile seemed softer, almost vulnerable.
“I do have a present for you, actually,” I said, feeling a sudden burst of inspiration. “I’m just not sure if you’ll like it.”
Lorik’s eyes brightened instantly. “I’ll love anything you give me,” he said eagerly, his smile widening.
I stood up and made my way toward the piano in the corner of the dining room. It was similar to the
one in Caroline’s house, and I felt a sudden certainty that I needed to do this.
While speaking to Caroline earlier, I had realized something. The piano music that had woken Lorik
all those years ago might have been mine. Lorcia couldn’t play it ever again was probably because
she wasn’t the same person who played it for the first time
I remember I had visited the Silvermoon Pack with my parents that year, and I had played that very
song countless times as a child. Could it have been me who brought him back?
I sat down at the piano, taking a deep breath. The memory of that melody came back to me, and I let my fingers gently touch the keys. The notes filled the room, soft and nostalgic.
It was the song I used to play when I was younger, one that had always brought me comfort. As I played, I glanced over at Lorik. His expression was one of surprise, mixed with recognition.
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