As I lowered my violin, the last reverberations of the music fading into the air, a sense of serenity washed over me. The stage lighted cast a warm glow, and the gentle applause of the audience filled the concert hall. Each clap was a testament to the connection forged through music.

A smile gracing my lips as I bowed graciously in response. Yet, beneath the surface, a pang of longing tugged at my heart. Haruka, my beloved partner, was unfortunately not among the faces in the crowd tonight.