Golden Melody

Special Chapter 6

Third person point of view

Miexha’s life became a scene of longing, despair, and fleeting joy.

Over the years, her mental state remained fragile.
Despite Thyron's manipulations and her father’s control, she continually slipped through their grasp.

Each time she escaped the mansion, she wandered in search of Zatariel, her memories of him hazy but persistent.
She often ended up at the gym where the incident of that night, or their small shared house, desperately searching for him as though his presence might undo the damage to her fractured mind.

Thyron’s cruel insistence that Zatariel was dead only deepened her turmoil.
It was a lie meant to keep her under control, but in her heart, she couldn’t fully accept it.
Her body’s resilience, healing even from attempts at self-harm, only served to prolong her suffering.
She began to feel like a prisoner within herself, her immortality a curse she couldn’t escape.

Rickzen Verra, her father, pushed forward with the engagement to Thyron despite her erratic behavior.
However, her grandfather, Senyor Wayne, firmly opposed the marriage.
He recognized her instability and argued that forcing such a union would destroy what little remained of her spirit. Reluctantly, Thyron and Rickzen agreed to wait, though their ambitions simmered beneath the surface.

One night, during another escape from the mansion, Miexha wandered to a park where she and Zatariel had once spent a golden summer.
The memories of laughter, stolen moments, and shared dreams washed over her as she sat on a weathered bench.
For the first time in what felt like an eternity, she smiled a genuine, unguarded smile.

Softly, she began to sing a melody. Her voice, delicate and haunting, carried through the park.
People passing by stopped to listen, captivated by the raw emotion in her song.
A small crowd gathered, their phones capturing the moment as her song wove a spell of hope and longing.

The video went viral overnight. Miexha, unknowingly, became an internet sensation.
Her ethereal beauty and heart-wrenching voice struck a chord with people worldwide, and soon, offers began pouring in from record labels and event organizers.

Her family, seeing her newfound happiness, allowed her to pursue this unexpected career.
Miexha, now known as the
“ExyV the Popstar,” began performing on grand stages. Under the bright lights, she seemed to regain the spark she had lost, smiling and laughing with her fans.
Her songs, filled with veiled references to her past and unspoken pain, resonated deeply with her audience, making her a global icon.

But behind the stage, the shadows of her trauma lingered. Her sleepwalking worsened, and her nights were filled with nightmares of the experiments, Zatariel’s lifeless form, and Thyron’s cruel manipulations.
Her team, unaware of her past, chalked it up to the pressures of fame.

One evening, after a sold-out concert, she found herself sleepwalking to the park again. In her dreamlike state, she sat on the same bench and whispered,
“Riel, I’m still waiting for you.”

Her words hung in the air, and for a moment, she swore she heard a faint whisper carried by the wind:
“Wait for me, Mimi.”

Though uncertain if it was real or her imagination, Miexha returned to the stage the next day with renewed determination.
Her family saw her success as a sign that she was healing, but deep down, Miexha knew she wasn’t done searching.
The songs she sang were her cries for Zatariel, her beacon for him to find her wherever he was.

In the dimly lit hospital room, the soft, rhythmic beeping of machines filled the air. Zatariel lay motionless on the bed, his pale features bathed in the glow of the monitors surrounding him. For years, his body had been suspended between life and death, locked in a coma with no signs of awakening.

His fingers twitched, a subtle movement that went unnoticed by the attending nurse who had just adjusted his IV.
But within Zatariel's mind, it was as if a dam had broken.
Memories, fragmented and vivid, surged through him: Miexha’s laughter, the warmth of her smile, and the faint melody of her voice calling to him across time and space.

“Wait for me Mimi,” his thoughts echoed, though his lips remained still.

The heart monitor's rhythm quickened, and the faintest flicker of life returned to his features.
His eyelids fluttered, but the weight of the years held them closed.
A surge of determination coursed through him, driven by the song that seemed to resonate in his very soul.

Somewhere far away, Miexha stood on stage, the final notes of her song fading into the applause of thousands.
Yet, in that moment, she felt something stir within her connection, a pull she couldn’t explain.
Her hand instinctively reached for her heart, her eyes scanning the crowd as if expecting to see someone.

Back in the hospital room, Zatariel's fingers curled into a weak fist.
His breathing deepened, and with monumental effort, his eyes opened to the faint glow of the room.
His vision blurred, but the image of Miexha’s face burned bright in his mind.

“Mi...m iii,” he whispered, his voice hoarse but filled with resolve.

The machines around him began to beep erratically, drawing the nurse's attention.
The nurse rushed to his side, her eyes widening in disbelief as she saw him awake for the first time in years.

“Doctor! He’s waking up!” she shouted, her voice filled with equal parts shock and excitement.

As the medical team flooded the room, Zatariel’s focus remained unshaken.
His strength was weak, his body frail, but his will burned brighter than ever.
He knew one thing with absolute certainty: Miexha needed him, and she's in danger.

In that fleeting moment, across the divide of cities and memories, their bond pulsed like a heartbeat, strong and unyielding.
The world had changed, the stakes higher than ever, but Zatariel’s heart was steadfast.

The fight wasn’t over.
It had only just begun.