Dawn spills gently over the horizon, casting liquid gold across the waves. The sea hums a quiet lullaby, soft and endless, as if the world itself is holding its breath.

Nestled beneath swaying palms on the edge of their private beach, a pearl-white grand piano waits—its surface kissed by dew and morning light. Seated before it, she plays a melody carried on wind and memory... a song not heard in so long, it feels like a dream.

Each note falls like a petal, delicate and wistful. A tune once taught to her—by me. A gift of love wrapped in sound.

Then—footsteps..... Familiar. Steady. Real.

She doesn't look. Her hands don't falter. But her breath catches. Her heart knows.

I approach without a word, my presence warm as sunlight. My right arm wraps around her gently, drawing her close into the safety of my chest, while my left hand slips onto the keys—finding the harmony without hesitation, as if no time had passed. As if the music had simply waited, like she had.

We play together—one soul, two hands. The melody rises, blooms, and finally rests...

The last note fades into the hush of the waves. She lingers there, held in my embrace, her fingers still over the ivory keys. Then, slowly, she turns to face me.

Her voice is soft. Not a whisper, but something deeper—something sacred.

"You're late...." she says softly, her voice laced with tenderness

And as the breeze brushes past and the sea sighs its approval, she looks up at me—eyes shimmering with quiet joy—and smiles. Soft, radiant, and full of love.

"Welcome Home..... My Star~"