Chapter 148. A Peephole

I slid the piano bench out quietly, the polished wood creaking faintly under my weight as I sat. My fingers hovered over the keys, hesitant. It had been months since I last played, if not years. And even then, it was not because I had wanted to. 

It was because I had no choice. 

But this time…this time felt different. The room was quiet, the only being my shallow breathing and the faint hum of the house settling. I pressed a single key, the note ringing out clear and pure. 

It sent a shiver through me, stirring something deep in my chest—nostalgia, maybe, or perhaps just the longing for something familiar. 

Slowly, I let my fingers glide over the keys, testing chords, and letting the music build gradually. The notes came together in a soft, melancholic melody, each one carrying a weight I could not put into words. 

What was I playing? I was playing a song called The Night We Met. It was my favorite and I loved it so much. I had never p