- Alternative:Ikigurushikunai nichijō e / 息苦しくない日常へ / To a less suffocating everyday life
- Author:ふみん (huuuminging)(Story&Art)
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- Status: Completed
- Genres: Oneshot , Philosophical , School Life , Slice of Lif
Ikigurushikunai nichijō e Manhua
Title: The Lost Melody
As the sun set behind the mountains, casting a golden glow over the sleepy town, a young girl named Emilia sat on a weathered bench in the park. Her fingers delicately traced the outline of a music note pendant hanging around her neck, a memento from her late grandmother who was a renowned pianist.
Lost in her thoughts, Emilia closed her eyes and let the gentle breeze carry the distant sound of a piano playing in the distance. It was a haunting melody that tugged at her heartstrings, a melody she felt she had heard before but couldn't quite place.
Driven by curiosity, Emilia followed the sound through the winding streets until she arrived at an old, rundown mansion at the edge of town. The music grew louder as she approached, filling her with a strange mix of longing and nostalgia.
With trembling hands, Emilia pushed open the creaky gate and stepped into the overgrown garden, the music enveloping her like a warm embrace. Inside the mansion, she found an elderly man sitting at a grand piano, his fingers dancing across the keys with a grace that belied his age.
Their eyes met, and Emilia saw a spark of recognition in the man's eyes. He beckoned her closer, a knowing smile playing on his lips. As he played, memories long forgotten began to resurface in Emilia's mind - memories of her grandmother teaching her to play the piano, of hours spent lost in the music they created together.
As the last notes faded into the evening air, Emilia's eyes filled with tears. She finally understood the connection she felt to the melody, to the music that had always been a part of her soul. It wasn't lost - it was waiting to be rediscovered, waiting for her to embrace it and make it her own.
With renewed determination, Emilia sat down at the piano beside the old man, her fingers trembling but full of purpose. And as she played, the lost melody found its way back to her, weaving its way into her heart and soul, filling her with a sense of belonging and purpose she had been searching for all along.
