Chapter 52
Intrigued, I pushed the door open quietly and stepped inside. To my surprise, the violinist was none other than the mysterious motorbike boy who called himself Shadow. I stared at him, taken aback. He had always seemed so wild and untamed, the type of person you’d associate with loud engines and reckless speed. To see him standing there, cradling a violin with such tenderness, was a stark “contrast.
“You’re the one playing?” I asked, still trying to reconcile the image in my mind.
He looked up, clearly startled by my sudden appearance. “Yeah,” he replied, his voice as cool and detached as ever.
“I didn’t expect to see you here,” I admitted. “I always thought you were more into… well, motorcycles and things like that.”
Shadow shrugged, a small smile playing at the corner of his lips. “I am. But I’m also a student here, just like you.”
“I didn’t know that,” I said, feeling a little foolish. “I’m Shirley, by the way.”
His reaction to my name was immediate and intense. His eyes widened, and for a moment, he seemed genuinely shocked. “Shirley? As in… Shirley, Lorik’s Luna?”
I nodded, surprised by his strong reaction. “Yes, that’s me.”
He looked as though he was struggling to process this information. “I… I didn’t expect that,” he finally said, his voice quieter now. But just as quickly as his surprise had appeared, it vanished, replaced by his usual aloof demeanor. He turned away, fiddling with his violin.
I decided not to push the matter further. Instead, I asked, “What piece were you just playing?”
Shadow hesitated, his fingers tightening around the violin’s neck. “I don’t really know,” he admitted. “I heard someone playing it in the school’s piano room a long time ago. I remembered a part of it, so I’ve been trying to recreate it, but… something’s missing.”
“Do you like the piece?” I inquired, curious about what had drawn him to it.
He nodded, his eyes distant as he recalled the memory. “Yeah, I do. There’s a sadness in it that really got to me. But that day, I was called away before I could hear the whole thing. I’ve been coming here at the same time ever since, hoping to hear it again, but I never have.”
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Maybe I can help.” I suggested, feeling a sudden surge of determination.
hadow looked at me skeptically, “Help? How?”
I met his gaze, unwavering. “If I help you find the complete tune, will you forgive me for what happened before?”
He seemed taken aback by my offer, his expression shifting to one of disbelief. “You? Help me? Shirley, I know you’re Ethan Winter’s daughter, but even Ethan himself couldn’t recover a tune he hadn’t heard. What makes you think you can?”
I smiled, not discouraged by his doubt. “I have my own ways,” I replied confidently. “Meet me here tomorrow, same time, and I’ll show you.”
Shadow stared at me for a long moment, clearly unsure of what to make of my proposition. But eventually, he nodded. “Alright. I’ll be here.”
With that, I left the piano room, the sound of Shadow’s violin still echoing in my mind.
It felt wonderful to know that someone liked my work; it made me incredibly excited. I plan to go home as soon as possible, find the complete score of the piece I composed back then, and give it to him the next day.
I headed for the campus entrance instead of the car park. My car had been sent to Sweden for repairs a few days ago, and these days it was Lorik who picked me up and dropped me off.
Before our relationship was known, we had taken great care to avoid drawing attention. He would park far away, and I’d sneak into his car under the cover of discretion. Now, with our relationship out in the open, he waited for me right in front of the school, his presence both reassuring and
suffocating.
As I approached the sleek black limo, Lorik’s familiar figure came into view. He stood by the car, leaning casually against the door, his eyes scanning the surroundings.
When he saw me, his expression softened slightly, though I could still detect the undercurrent of
tension that never seemed to leave him.
I slid into the passenger seat, the door closing with a quiet thud. Lorik got in beside me, and the
moment the engine roared to life, he glanced at the piece of paper I was holding. His curiosity was
immediate.
“What’s that you’ve got there?” he asked, his voice casual but with a trace of something
else–something deeper.
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ouldn’t help but smile, though I knew the truth would only stir unnecessary concern. “It’s a little
from a fan.” I said, trying to keep my tone light
The paper was clearly nothing of value, crumpled and worn, but I didn’t want to delve into
explanations.
To my surprise, Lorik didn’t challenge my words. Instead, he leaned back in his seat, eyes still fixed on the paper as if it might hold some hidden threat.
“A fan already?” he murmured, a slight edge to his voice, “Who is it? Male or female?”
