Irina and Bella finally reached the room where the echoes of the piano filled the air.
They remained quiet as the music played on, gently soaking in the moment. Despite the prevailing melancholy, they couldn't help but appreciate the stillness. The music was breathtaking, and Amany was completely absorbed in it—solely focused on the melody.
When she stopped playing, gentle applause broke the silence behind her. She turned instinctively, her heart fluttering with anticipation; there was nothing better than seeing those two women standing before her.
She stood up and ran toward them, finding Irina waiting with open arms. Amany threw herself into the embrace of the woman she cherished so deeply. Feeling Irina's arms wrap around her, she curled in on herself and burst into tears.
