In the grand concert hall, the walls adorned with polished wooden panels and crystal lights radiating a golden glow, an antique grand piano lies, holding thousands of secrets of love and sorrow. Behind its white and black keys, Fitran sits with sensitivity, his fingers dancing gently, weaving poetry in melodies that touch the soul. The soft light illuminates his face, warm yet concealing a depth of feeling that words alone cannot express. Among the neatly arranged rows of chairs, Elizabeth, the critical listener, sits with a calm demeanor and sharp gaze, as if trying to read every stroke of emotion inscribed in each note that emerges.
The atmosphere that night creates an extraordinary intimacy, as if time has momentarily stopped, leaving only space for a symphony of feelings to flow and touch the heart. Fitran opens the conversation while shifting his fingers to softer notes: "Elizabeth, tonight I want to talk about love. Not with ordinary words, but through melodies that reveal the secrets of the heart. I love Rinoa not only for her beauty but because every second with her feels like a crescendo that unites heaven and earth in grand harmony." He strives to use every note to convey his deep feelings.
Elizabeth nods slowly, her eyes glowing with curiosity and critique. "Fitran, you play with deep emotions; however, is there another reason you are hiding behind every beat?" she asks in a voice full of mystery, inviting Fitran to delve deeper into the ocean of his own feelings.
Fitran smiles bitterly, as if acknowledging that music always evokes untranslatable memories. "When I look at Rinoa, I see a mirror of the purest soul. Every note I sing expresses feelings that words cannot convey. I love her because she teaches me how to perceive the world with an intensity I have never experienced. Like the piano's melody that conveys messages without sound, my love for her is a rhythm transcending the limits of thought and time."
Gently, the piano keys begin to play a romantic melody, notes flowing like a river carrying secret messages about love and beauty. The atmosphere shifts momentarily, as if the entire room is submerged in a silence filled with emotion, creating a space for undisturbed reflection. In the pause between the notes, Fitran continues: "Rinoa is like verses in an unfinished poem; every encounter with her is a sonnet of life that continues to be etched. I see beauty in her simplicity, in her gaze that holds a million stories, and in a smile that can erase the sorrow that has long weighed on the heart."
Elizabeth listens attentively, her sharp eyes tracing every curve of emotion implied in the vibrations of the melody. "Do you believe that music can heal, Fitran? Like a slow yet firm melody, can love overcome gaping and deep wounds?" she asks, trying to dig into the layers of meaning that may be hidden behind Fitran's statements, while observing the reaction on his face.
The piano's chime seems to provide an answer, playing notes that seem to say that every wound can be healed by the beauty born from the honesty of the heart. Fitran responds in a soft voice, almost like the whisper of the wind among the whispers of nature: "Music is the language of the soul, Elizabeth. It embraces the deepest wounds and transforms them into a symphony that resonates. I find that every note I play for Rinoa is a way to heal the unspoken pain. In these notes, I find a peace that can only be felt by those who have delved into the depths of love."
For a moment, silence envelops the space, interrupted only by the soft echo of the piano keys. Behind that silence, Elizabeth carefully contemplates every word, trying to unravel the thread connecting the notes and words. "You express your love for her through such deep rhythms, as if every melody sparks the soul. However, have you never doubted? Isn't love often adorned with uncertainties, shadows of the past challenging every happiness?" she asks, her voice tinged with naïve concern.
Fitran smiles, but that smile carries the weight of history and suffering that has shaped him. "Doubt is a shadow in the dance of light. I too have felt the bitterness of doubt, but every time I navigate the sea of uncertainty, music has always been my refuge. When I play, every note is my courage to face the darkness. Rinoa is my light, and every melody I create for her is my determination to transcend doubt and pain." His voice flows softly like morning dew, sweeping away all existing dryness.
Elizabeth's eyes glisten, seeing that behind doubt there is always hidden strength. "I understand, Fitran. Love is indeed like a complex symphony; it consists not only of beautiful notes but also pieces of sorrow and doubt. However, from here true beauty is created, when souls connect through music that never lies," she says in a tone as if touching the depths of her own heart.
Fitran's hands return to the piano keys with earnestness. Every note that emerges is like a story he wants to express to the world, to Rinoa, to his feelings that have long been hidden. "When I play for Rinoa, I am not merely expressing a gentle love story. I express strength; I express the courage to love her even when the world seems to laugh. This music unites all beauty and pain, forming a web of emotions that flows endlessly." The piano notes vibrate, filling the space with a wonder that is difficult to explain with ordinary words.
The night wind sneaks in through the large hall window, dancing along with the melody, as if nature too is revealing the secrets of Fitran's feelings. Elizabeth, with a soft voice yet full of desire to understand, says: "Fitran, in every piano note, I feel the dance between beauty and longing. Do you believe that true love is about accepting flaws and beauty at the same time? That in the repair of the heart, every note has its own meaning that transcends what is visible?"
Fitran pauses for a moment, allowing silence to witness unspoken words. With an expression that seems to carry stories from the past, he responds: "Elizabeth, you know how difficult it is to find beauty amidst fragility. Rinoa is a light in the dark night, and in every encounter, I learn that love requires the courage to embrace every flaw, every hidden wound, and the hope that always blooms, even when battered by life's storms." The piano melody resumes, echoing every word spoken.
In a conversation flowing like a symphony, Fitran begins to share thoughts he has long kept inside. "I have often wondered to the sky why pain accompanies beauty. However, I realize that without sorrow, beauty would not feel so profound. Rinoa, with all her tenderness and strength, teaches me that love is about embracing all aspects of life. Every key I strike on the piano is a statement that true love is a form of resistance against the world's fragility." Fitran's voice becomes increasingly laden with emotion, as if each word carves an abstract story that can only be felt, not captured by thought alone.
Elizabeth listens in awe, realizing that the music that emerges is not just a series of notes, but a catalog of feelings that have long been hidden in the heart of a poet. "I see in you, Fitran, not just a musician, but also a poet who writes verses about life and love. Let your music speak; let every melody be a witness to the journey of the heart you have traveled, from all the doubts and beauty that have merged in your song," Elizabeth says softly, giving space for Fitran to continue expressing the stories hidden behind every note.
Fitran nods, as if savoring every word from his critical listener. He lets his fingers dance over the keys again, the melody flowing thicker with elements of trust and forgiveness. "In every note, there is a hope that never fades. I love Rinoa because she teaches me that true love is not about purity without blemish, but about the honesty to accept every side, both the light and the dark. This music is an expression of an endless longing, a symphony that tells the story of a soul that has learned to rise from the ashes of despair." The sound of the piano and his heart unite, creating a melody that seems to take the listener into a dreamland full of wonders.
As the song approaches its climax, Fitran closes his part of the dialogue with words that leave a mark in the hearts of every listener, "Elizabeth, in this symphony of love, I find that beauty lies in the ability to continue the melody, even when storms threaten. Rinoa is my inspiration; she is the final note that makes my life's music whole. I let every heartbeat resonate with the piano's melody, declaring that true love is about finding strength in tenderness and allowing every wound to be part of eternity." Every word penetrates the air, flowing through the concert space and merging with the infinite stream of emotions.
In the silence that accompanies the end of the performance, the room is filled with a wonder that spins slowly among the dust of light. Elizabeth is silent, her eyes that were once filled with doubt now shining with the conviction that love is a symphony that transcends the boundaries of logic. The last sound of the piano echoes, as if closing a chapter filled with courage, an exhibition of beauty born from wounds, hope, and sincere love.
When the last chime fades, a sacred silence envelops Fitran and Elizabeth, making the moment feel intimate and profound.
"I have heard from the Mad Hatter about your request," Elizabeth says, her soft voice flowing as she climbs onto the piano, her body sprawled across the black and white keys. She appears to merge with the instrument, creating a magical atmosphere around them.
"Do you think I could agree to it?" she continues, her voice full of doubt, as if flowing like a gentle breeze that blows between the notes being played.
"Yet I have patiently listened to every confession of yours, holding every complaint like gentle waves kissing the beach," Elizabeth says, her voice sounding soft yet firm, creating a wave of emotions that flows rapidly between them. Elizabeth's eyes sparkle as if recalling precious moments when she was a faithful listener, while the gentle breeze flows, carrying the fresh aroma of the sea, adding depth to her heartfelt words.
Fitran falls silent for a moment, his eyes dropping as if submerged in a sea of deep thoughts. The cool air around him clings to his skin, providing a moment of silence filled with the soft whispers of leaves. His heart and mind seem to clash, each heartbeat sounding like a mournful note filling the space between them.
"Does my melody not resonate in your heart?" Fitran says, his voice soft yet full of inquiry, as if wanting to embrace every vibration that lies hidden in her heart.
"This melody is yours and only for you," Fitran continues, his eyes sparkling with deep feelings, as if every note that escapes his lips is an unspoken expression of love.
"Are you foolish enough to dare say that in front of me?" Elizabeth criticizes, her voice full of emotion, flowing like an arrow that hits its target. "You cannot prevent someone from loving you," she continues, her sharp gaze seeming to penetrate Fitran's heart.
Fitran chuckles, his voice flowing like the rustle of wind on a calm night, creating tension in the air. His expression shows a mix of indifference and curiosity, as if challenging Elizabeth to step further.
"It's not the same as what I feel," Fitran replies, his voice firm yet filled with a tone that implies hidden depths of emotion.
"The problem here is, you are too obsessed with me," Fitran continues, his voice filled with tension as if every word is a burden he must lift.
Suddenly, the entire room plunges into darkness, leaving only a beam of light between them.
"You don't need to use that power of yours," Fitran says in a firm tone, his gaze emphasizing all the dangers contained in his words, as if wanting to show how great the risks they face are.
"What if someone finds out?" Fitran continues, with a worried tone reflecting his anxiety. His eyes sparkle with concern, as if the shadows of the darkness around them loom over his thoughts.
Elizabeth then smiles happily, illuminating her face with a contagious light of joy. "You will save me, won't you?" she says with a hopeful tone, her eyes sparkling like stars in the night sky.
Then, as the atmosphere changes, the room transforms into a stunning flower garden; in the center stands a piano, surrounded by fragrant bouquets, releasing a sweet aroma that captivates every sense.
Fitran gazes gently at Elizabeth, his voice full of emotion as he continues, "I am not an object you wish to possess." The atmosphere around them becomes more palpable, with the sweet aroma of the flowers surrounding the piano, adding depth to the meaning of every word he speaks. Fitran continues, "Love is not about possession, but about feeling." With a heartfelt tone, he hopes that Elizabeth understands the meaning of his words.
Fitran resumes playing the piano surrounded by fragrant flowers, the surrounding atmosphere adding sadness to his heart. "Elizabeth," he says softly, "I am not an object you wish to possess. Love is not about possession, but about feeling." With a heartfelt tone, he continues, "You must know that I cannot reciprocate your feelings as you hope."
The flowers that once bloomed beautifully now wilt and dry, their soft petals flying back as the wind blows, like memories that slowly fade.
"If I cannot have it, then no one has the right to possess it," Elizabeth continues, her voice soft yet sharp, like a dagger slicing through the night's silence. Her expression reflects a burning determination, as if she is prepared to challenge anything in her path.
"If I cannot have it, then no one has the right to possess it," Elizabeth continues, her voice soft yet sharp, like a dagger slicing through the silence of the night. Her expression reflects a burning determination, as if she is ready to challenge anything that stands in her way.
"Just like what happened to your ex-wife," Elizabeth threatens, her eyes blazing with an intensity that cannot be ignored, as if every word she utters is a sharp weapon ready to hit its target.
Fitran then stops his nimble fingers from the piano keys, the soft melody suddenly halting in a stifling silence. With a deep breath, he tries to hold back the tumult of emotions surging within him, as if a storm has raged in his heart. He still needs Elizabeth's strength, the ray of hope that he can always rely on, to help him face Rinoa's quest in the challenging Gamma Plains.
Fitran smiles faintly, trying to mask the turmoil of feelings within him. "Alright, I was merely testing your love for me," he says casually, although the feeling radiates from his heart. Elizabeth shines with enthusiasm, her face glowing as she hears his response. "Good, if you understand," she replies cheerfully, as if her words paint happiness in the air. With uncontainable excitement, Elizabeth asks, "Are you moving tonight?" Her soft voice brims with hope. "Yes," Fitran answers briefly, yet his tone hints at an underlying tension.
Then Elizabeth approaches, her face radiating a calming warmth, surrounded by an aura of deep and sincere love. With burning sincerity in her eyes, she gently kisses Fitran's lips, creating a magical moment that seems to pause time, allowing the world around them to fade momentarily, celebrating deep feelings expressed through gentle touches and meaningful gazes.
"That is my contract," Elizabeth says firmly, her eyes shining with bubbling determination, as if every word spoken is part of an inseparable agreement. She stands gracefully, her shadow dancing on the wall with a soft light illuminating the space around her.
"You can access my power," Elizabeth continues, her voice like a stream of water flowing calmly yet full of firmness, as if she is offering something extraordinary. Her gaze sharpens all curiosity, stirring enthusiasm and confidence in those who hear her.
Fitran is enveloped by a magnificent purple aura, an unimaginable power surrounding him, as if he could shake the entire world with his graceful presence.