Beyond the Divorce

Atlas extended his hand, and we rose together. He embraced me emotionally, kissed my forehead, and tenderly said, "My Stella, you're finally back."

I could only say it was instinctive.

Actually, I never formally learned to play the piano after regaining my memory. Pianos were rare luxuries in the small town where I grew up.

During the holiday after my junior high exams, when I could laze around at home before starting college, I would often hear the piano being played when I was at home doing nothing.

The principal of the nearby school lived next door, and his daughter played the piano. I felt strangely excited whenever I heard her practicing in the corridor. I always listened intently and wanted to watch her play. Finally, one day, I got a chance to do just that.

Her mother forgot her keys when she left the house that day. Since she needed the keys in the office, she wanted to ask her daughter to bring them over.

called my mom, who happened to be at the

up close. I explained why I was there, and the girl quickly found her mom's keys and happily

time, spending my days accompanying her

at the piano bench. I progressed rapidly under

I had a natural talent for playing the piano

my surprise, there was a piano in the music room at our school, but only the

on, I felt like a

with Matthew that I completely bid farewell to the

piano, but unfortunately, our house was too small, so

playing the piano was never a challenge for me, but it had been a long time since I had touched one before