Symphony: The Last Movement
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Each note he started
She continued
He ended
They lived their lives
Like a symphony
From the first to the last movement.
Foreword
I saw his lips form into a smile.
Why is he smiling?
"Appa," he called.
"Hm?"
"Have you tried putting all the notes together?"
His question caught me offguard. I never tried doing that, never. He gave me the book, and I opened it, with fresh eyes, like it was my first time seeing it. And then I read the notes...
The notes...
The notes she wrote with the memories...
Somehow...
...it all formed a symphony.
poster and background by somesaylove of gentle serendipity designs
This story, as well as the first and second part, will be updated simultaneously on July 1. Hope you can still wait. Please don't expect much. *hides*
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