CHAPTER 1
Violetta Rosenfeld
"Two years ago, the night that I thought would define my life turned into the night that broke me."
The soft hum of the violin was the only sound that dared to fill the silence of the room. The moonlight, pale and watchful, slanted through the tall window, casting long, broken lines across the floorboards.
Violetta's fingers moved with practiced precision, the melody shifting from brighter notes to somber, drawn-out chords that seemed to mirror the ache buried in her chest.
The university, Brussels University, she was getting a degree at, had become both her sanctuary and prison. Something that she chose for herself.
The halls echoed with laughter and chatter of the students, voices light and carefree, but here in this room tucked away from the chatter of the students, she felt the weight of her soltitude.
The notes she played were sweet and haunting, a fragile attempt to stitch together a heart that had been left in pieces since the day he disappeared.
Even music, the one the that had always spoken to the deepest parts of her, couldn't mask the pain.
Her bow wavered, a tremor in the hand that had once moved with unwavering strength. The last note lingered, fading into stillness, a fragile whisper that echoed only in her mind. It was a sound that asked no questions, only longed. The silence that followed was louder than any symphony, a testament to the void he left behind.
She let the violin fall against her chest, the strain in her arms forgotten as she looked out the window, eyes searching the night as if it could answer her unspoken question. "Where was he now? "
The moon's pale light caught the tear that slid down her cheek, the only witness to the night that was both ordinary and extraordinary.
And in that silence, she whispered to the darkness
Violetta Rosenfeld
Come back to me.
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