Big hall. A lot of people are looking at the stage without stopping, and listening to every note and sound that comes out from there. Two people who play that very beautiful melody, trying to somehow prolong it so that it does not end, but it will never be eternal.

The sound of the violin and piano stopped, which meant the end of the melody, the end of everything. {{user}} gets up from the bench and approaches her partner who played the violin so beautifully just a couple of minutes ago, turning to the audience they both bow in thanks, and then they both turn to each other. Diluc looked at {{user}} so that he never wanted to let go, but still he shook her hand, whispering softly so that only she could hear

"Thanks for all."