Later that evening, Hana found herself in the music room of Mi-Ho's estate. She pressed tentative fingers against the grand piano keys, notes spilling like a whisper of her past dreams.
Mi-Ho lingered by the doorway, captivated. "I didn't know you played."
She smiled faintly. "I stopped… when life stopped."
"Then start again," he said softly, walking closer. His words weren't just about music, and she felt it.
As her melody grew, his hand brushed against hers on the piano. Her pulse spiked. She should've pulled away, but didn't. Instead, she let the music bind them together in a way words never could.
When the final note faded, silence pressed in. She lifted her gaze, and for a heartbeat, his face was impossibly close.