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Chapter 4:Rach 2

Chapter 4:Rach 2

---It's me, Sho here

Because I was lazy to write English today, so I used word translation, I reread it and realized that it was mistranslated

Sorry readers☹!!

Akashi Mamoru walks slowly through the crowded streets of Tokyo. The bright neon lights reflected off her tired face, and her mind was whirling with negative thoughts. Being kicked out of Suntory Hall, where she had dreamed of performing, only because of incurable shoulder arthritis, made her feel like the whole world was collapsing before her eyes.

Mamoru had just gone to see her former manager at Suntory Hall to persuade her, her eyes wide open as if she wanted to hide from the heartbreaking truth. She remembered the moment she was called into the office by Suntory Hall's manager, his voice still echoing in her mind:

"Mamoru, I'm sorry to say this, but with your current state of health, we can't keep you here any longer. The audience deserves the best performances, and she should also take a break to focus on recovery."

"But... but I can try! I'm going to train more, I'm going to..."

"Mamoru, we've already decided. Think about your health."

Mamoru sat there, unable to believe her ears. She had spent her life on the violin, and now, it all seemed to fall apart.

Currently, she stands in the heart of Tokyo, where no one recognizes who she is. She whispered to herself, tears rolling down her cheeks:

"No one will accept a violinist with broken shoulders playing the violin anymore. Is all I have this ruin? I've stood on that stage, I've made thousands of people fall in love with the sound of my piano..."

Mamoru looked up at the sky, trying to find a glimmer of hope in the dark night sky. She walked into a small bar on the side of the road, sat down, and ordered another glass of wine. She needed something to soothe the pain in her heart, even if it was only temporarily.

"Hello, what do you want to drink?"

"A glass of whiskey, please."

The bartender looked at Mamoru, realizing that she was unhappy but didn't ask any more questions. He put the wine glass in front of her and quietly left.

Mamoru took a sip of wine, feeling the bitterness spread in her mouth. She remembers the harsh training sessions, sleepless nights trying to perfect every note. She had sacrificed too much, and now, she had nothing.

Mamoru walked in the heart of Tokyo, each snowflake gently falling on her shoulders, covering the surrounding scenery with a layer of white. She staggered on her way home, her heart burning from the yeast and the regret of losing the violinist job she had always worked for.

Her steps became heavier when she thought about no longer standing on stage, no longer dedicating her piano to the music-loving audience. The memories of the performances, the loud applause and the admiring eyes appeared in her mind, making her heart ache.

Mamoru stopped in the middle of the hurried crowd, her eyes filled with tears. Tears rolled down her cheeks, blending with the cold snow. She felt lonely and lost, as if the whole world had abandoned her. Everyone around continued to walk, no one paid attention to the girl with sad eyes and a broken heart.

"I used to believe that music could heal all wounds, but why does it hurt me so much now?"

She wondered, feeling the bitterness in her heart. She looked up at the night sky, where the snowflakes were still falling evenly, as if comforting her. She recalled her promise to herself, that no matter what happened, she would never give up on music. But now, she feels a sense of loss and no longer has the strength to continue.