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Chapter 3:Little nocturne

Rakugawa Hana walks into her apartment, a peaceful space in the heart of noisy and bustling Tokyo. Her apartment is simply but sophisticatedly decorated, clearly reflecting the style of an artist who is passionate about perfection in every detail. The soft light from the living room spreads, creating a cozy and quiet atmosphere.

Hana put the bag down on the sofa, then dropped herself into it with a sigh of relief but full of fatigue. She looked out the window, where the city lights twinkled like stars, but in her heart, everything seemed to be going off.

The image of Mamoru with her tearful face and sad words still appeared clearly in Hana's mind. She couldn't stop herself from thinking about the tears and pain that Mamoru had to endure. Hana didn't want to admit it, but her heart was torn apart by emotions she couldn't control.

"I don't have the opportunity to play the violin anymore... I've been kicked out of Suntory Hall."

Those words kept repeating in Hana's mind, making her unforgettable. She felt like she was standing in the middle of a crossroads, not knowing where to go or what to do. Her ego and pride didn't allow her to easily ignore everything, but the affection and sympathy in her heart wanted her to do something to help Mamoru.

Hana closed her eyes, trying to find peace in her soul again. She knew that, in order to move on, she needed to face her emotions and accept the truth. But it was not easy, especially when she still had conflicts and pain that could not be resolved.

In the quiet space of the apartment, Hana realizes that an artist's life is not only filled with grandiose performances and applause, but also moments of weakness and times of facing harsh truths.

Hana's mind was spinning with chaotic thoughts. Why did she always remember her old enemies so much? Why does the image of Mamoru, with its tearful face and sad words, haunt her forever?

Hana got up, walked to the window, and looked out. The lights of Tokyo flickered like distant stars, but not enough to soothe the turmoil in her soul. She wondered if it was because Mamoru had been her biggest rival, or if it was because the performances together had created a deep connection that she had never realized.

"It's strange," Hana muttered to herself. "Why am I so bothered with her? She's already my opponent, I shouldn't bother."

But deep down, Hana knows that their relationship doesn't stop at competition. Collaborations, sublime emotions when creating music together, and conflicts have formed a complex bond. Perhaps, in the process of confrontation, they have become an integral part of each other's lives without even knowing it.

Hana tries to focus on something else to dispel thoughts about Mamoru. She walked to the piano in the corner of the room, her fingers gently gliding over the keys. The sound of the piano sounded, but instead of bringing peace, it only reminded her of her performances with Mamoru.

" we can't cooperate anymore?Oh... Hana," Mamuru's words echoed in her mind again. Hana felt her heart ache. Although she tried to tell himself that she shouldn't get involved with Mamoru anymore, this strange feeling kept rising in  heart.

"Do I really care about her?" Hana wondered. "Or is it just regret for what has passed?"

Those questions kept swirling deep into Hana's mind, making it impossible for her to find answers. She knew that in order to understand her feelings, she needed to face what was going on in her heart, no matter how difficult it was.

Hana was confused, trying to get those thoughts out of her head. She told herself that she had to hate Mamoru, that she had to be happy that she didn't have to face her anymore. She shook her head, trying to dispel the images of Mamoru from her mind.