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Chapter 2:Moonlight

The night in Tokyo when viewed from the corner of a window from an apartment is a strangely beautiful sight, where bright neon lights reflect on the skyscrapers, creating a vivid light picture. The street below is still bustling with people passing by, vehicles tail-to-tail running for a long time. There are times when the noisy sounds of the city seem to dissipate in the peace of the dark night, leaving behind a quiet, tranquil space.

But in the eyes of a negative person cowering in the apartment, the scene appears chaotic and contradictory like Beethoven's movement 3rd moonlight sonata. The glittering light became dazzling, cutting through the darkness like sharp blades. The constant movements of the city are like rushing, powerful notes, creating a tense and stressful atmosphere.

The sound of car horns, the sound of people talking, and the sound of footsteps echoing in the streets combined into a chaotic symphony, a non-stop disturbance. In the small apartment, the negative person felt every rhythm of that chaos, each wave of sound like violent ocean waves, making them feel swept away in a vortex with no way out.

The peaceful night outside the window becomes a veil that masks the complex and chaotic emotions within, transforming the scene into an opposing world, where silence and noise blend, creating a symphony full of contradictions and emotions.

Akashi Mamoru sat in her small apartment, the dim light shining on the cold walls. On the table, the glass of red wine waved in the faint light, as if to symbolize the emotions that swirled inside her. Every sip of wine she drank seemed to burn more sadness, each breath came out like a lost note in the symphony of her life.

She recalled how the monstrous shoulder arthritis had destroyed her violin career. Proud performances, resounding applause, all now are just the distant past. Persistent pain, sleepless nights, hopeless training sessions... All rushed back like a storm, making her mind chaotic.

She looked out the window, looking at the streets of Tokyo under the bright neon lights. But in her eyes, the city was no longer a beautiful picture, but just a chaotic labyrinth. The sound of car horns, the sound of people talking, the sound of footsteps echoing... It all blended into a shrill sound, full of anger.

The twinkling lights on the high-rise buildings no longer made her feel peaceful, but just dazzling rays of light, tearing through the darkness like sharp blades. She felt like she was drowned in chaos with no way out, like Beethoven's moonlight sonata movement 3rd with strong, rushing notes, creating a suffocating feeling of tension.

Akashi Mamoru took another sip of wine, a bitter feeling spreading in his mouth. She only felt anger, only chaos. Broken dreams, shattered ambitions... all like fragments of life, forming a picture full of pain and despair.

She leaned back in her chair, her eyes opaque staring at the empty wine glass. The last drops of wine lingered at the bottom of the glass, like fragments of her sad memories. Akashi Mamoru muttered to herself, each word coming out like sharp blades:

"This life is cruel. Everything I used to try, once passionate, is now just ashes. Who needs a violinist with broken shoulders? Who will listen to me play music anymore? I lost everything. All that's left is long nights of loneliness and endless chaos."

She looked out the window, the lights of the streets of Tokyo were still twinkling, but in her eyes, they were just faint streaks of light in the endless darkness.

"I used to dream about big stages, about the music that sounded from these hands. But now it's all just an illusion. I am no longer myself. I'm just a failure, stuck in my own life."

The sound of car horns in the street seemed to blend into her negative mutterings, creating a chaotic and painful soundtrack. Akashi Mamoru felt like he was engulfed in a sea of frustration, with no way out.