Echoes of the Rain

Forgotten letter ✉️

As she moved down the aisle, a thick red book suddenly slipped from the shelf and fell to the floor with a soft thud. Startled, Yuri looked down at the book. It was a heavy tome, its cover worn but still vibrant-a music book she didn't remember ever seeing before.

Curiosity piqued, she bent down to pick it up, but as she did, a yellowed letter slipped out from between the pages and floated to the floor. The paper looked old, the edges frayed with time, and Yuri could see the delicate handwriting on the front.

She carefully picked up the letter, noticing the name signed at the bottom: Yohan. The name ring a bell, but something about it felt oddly familiar, as if it were a distant memory she couldn't quite grasp. She opened the letter, her eyes scanning the lines of neatly written music lyrics. The words were poetic,they seemed to carry an emotional weight that resonated with her deeply.

The lyrics felt personal, as if they were meant for someone special, someone the writer had known well. But why had the letter been hidden inside this music book, and how had it ended up in her library?

As she held the letter, a strange sense of anticipation filled her. She knew that this discovery was just the beginning of something much larger, something that might change everything she thought she knew.

Yuri carefully unfolded the old, yellowed sheet of piano music. The notes were handwritten, and despite the age of the paper, the ink had remained surprisingly clear. The name "Yohan" was scrawled at the bottom, giving Yuri a strange sense of familiarity.

Curious and compelled by a strange force, Yuri decided to head to the storeroom where an old, forgotten piano had been gathering dust for years. The room was dimly lit, with shadows lurking in the corners. A heavy, white cloth covered the piano, shielding it from the world. Yuri hesitated for a moment, then with a deep breath, she grabbed the edge of the cloth and pulled it away, revealing the aged, yet still elegant, instrument beneath.

The piano was heavier than she anticipated. Yuri struggled, but determination kept her going as she slowly dragged it into the center of the room. After positioning the piano, she retrieved a small wooden stool from the corner, placing it in front of the piano. She sat down, her heart pounding in her chest as she placed the old sheet music on the piano's stand.

Yuri gently brushed off the dust from the old piano, her fingers trembling slightly as she uncovered the keys, each one a reminder of memories long past. The piano had once filled their home with music, but it had been silent since Yohan's passing.

She placed the aged sheet music on the stand, the notes written by Yohan himself. As she sat down on the stool, her hands hovered over the keys, hesitating for a moment. The melody was familiar, one that Yohan used to play often, a tune that had been a part of their lives together.

Taking a deep breath, Yuri began to play. The notes were shaky at first, but soon the music flowed, filling the room with the echoes of a time when Yohan was still by her side. Each note seemed to carry his presence, as if he were guiding her hands, leading her through the song they once shared.

As the last note lingered in the air, Yuri closed her eyes, feeling a connection to Yohan that transcended time and space. The music was their bond, and in that moment, it was as if he were with her once again.