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Beneath the Quiet Chords (ongoing)  by urgirllunaa
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"Minsan, hindi mo kailangan ng maraming salita para maintindihan ang tibok ng puso-minsan, sapat na ang musika." Eliana Ysabelle Rae Mendez isn't the silent type people expect. She laughs loudly with her best friend, makes sarcastic comments when professors aren't looking, and sometimes sings random melodies just to fill the air. But once she touches the piano or lifts her violin, everything else fades. Her playful walls drop. To her, music isn't just a hobby-it's her language, her anchor, her safest place. It's where she pours the things she doesn't know how to say. Every piece she plays is a piece of her soul. Then came Kael Adrian Josh Dillafuerte, the mysterious transfer student with calm eyes and a presence that draws people in without even trying. He's quiet, distant, and a little hard to read, like a song you've heard before but can't quite name. He doesn't talk much, but when he holds his guitar, it's like his entire being speaks. His music has weight. There's pain in his chords, truth in his rhythm, and something haunting in the way he plays-as if he's been carrying stories he's never told. They didn't plan to meet. Didn't even expect to notice each other. But in one quiet afternoon, inside a forgotten music room, their worlds brushed gently. A soft melody from the piano. A chord from his guitar. Two instruments that shouldn't blend-but somehow did. He sat beside her, wordless. She played. He listened. Then he joined. A delicate duet. A slow unfolding of something they didn't have a name for. It wasn't fast. It wasn't loud. It didn't need to be. Through shared music, unspoken glances, and long pauses between notes, something began to bloom. Not rushed, not forced-just real. Something they both didn't know they were longing for: comfort, understanding, and a place to simply be. And now the question lingers in every pause between their songs- What if love lives not in grand gestures, but beneath the quiet chords?