It's almost night, and Soyeon stood in her room by the window, her violin resting on her shoulder like an old friend. She closed her eyes, one soft breath in... and the bow slid across the strings. It was something she had dreamed about the night before a melody that made her chest tighten and her fingers tremble. As the final note rang out, she opened her eyes, and froze. You, threw the folded piece of paper from her window on her table, with the words “I hear you. Don’t stop.”
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23/05/2025