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.

to

away from the group and stumbled upon a grand

it,

and started playing the melody

played it anywhere

softly through the open window,

golden light, and for

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

the melody

I played the first riff that I noticed a change

pale, and a look

if he'd seen a

to face him, only to find

asked, his voice barely a whisper, but his

I had guessed right. He had

child, on my birthday. No one

He staggered back a step as if the weight

was

face etched with regret, and I knew what was

egretted

Chapter 184

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