Chapter 184

The first syllables of the piano echoed softly, pulling me back to a time long 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 left me behind. 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.

A simple, fragile tune that whispered the only birthday wish I'd receive that day.

Happy birthday to me. That small song became my secret, a balm for the wounds I carried from my so-called family.

Later, as the years went by, my foster parents would drag me along on visits to other packs, parading me in front of strangers to show their kindness

A cruel irony, really. They would never treat me with kindness themselves, but to outsiders, they wanted to appear generous.

particular visit to Silvermoon

and stumbled upon a grand piano

to it,

sat down and started playing the

was the first time I played

moment-how the wind blew softly through the open window, carrying with

golden light, and for a brief moment,

the me of this moment, standing here at this piano, still playing the

pressed the keys again, lost in the melody I had composed all those years

I played the first riff that I noticed a change in the air. Leo,

went pale, and a look of disbelief washed

as if he'd seen

final notes faded into silence, I turned to face him, only to find him staring at me with a

barely a whisper, but his tone

guessed right. He had heard

on my birthday. No one else

expression shifted, pain and realization flickering in his eyes. He staggered back a step as if the weight of the truth was

"It wasn't Aira... It was you....

with regret,

egretted

Chapter 184

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