It’s been five years, Aanya... and I still can’t play without thinking of you.
His apartment is silent, except for the soft melody he’s been playing for years, the one they created together. The one that feels empty without her violin.
His phone buzzes. He glances at the screen—a message from an unknown number.
Riyan Salvatore ( ML)
Huh? What’s this? *Opens message*
Riyan Salvatore ( ML)
A file? Weird.
Riyan clicks it. Suddenly, a haunting violin tune fills the room—their tune.
Riyan Salvatore ( ML)
*Eyes widen*
Riyan Salvatore ( ML)
No way... That’s— Aanya’s melody.
Riyan's heart pounds as the music continues, sending chills down his spine.
Riyan Salvatore ( ML)
This has to be her. No one else knows this song
Riyan Salvatore ( ML)
*stares at his phone, mind racing.*
Riyan Salvatore ( ML)
Where has she been? Why would she send this now? And... how did she even find me?
The music fades, leaving Riyan in stunned silence. His fingers hover over the phone, but he knows what he has to do.
Riyan Salvatore ( ML)
*Whispers* I’m not letting you disappear again, Aanya. I’ll find you.
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