After that rainy afternoon Kaori began spending more time at Arima's house, often under the guise of studying. She always seemed drawn to the guitar in his room, occasionally running her fingers along its strings. She confessed that music had always held a special place in her heart, even if she hadn't had the chance to play an instrument herself.
One evening, as the sun cast a warm, golden glow through his bedroom window, Kaori asked Arima to play something for her. His fingers hesitated on the strings, the thought of playing in front of her strangely intimidating. But when he finally started, a soft melody filled the room, carrying a story of longing and tenderness.
The music seemed to transport them both into another world—a space that belonged to them alone.Kaori closed her eyes, letting the music wash over her, a serene expression settling on her face. When he finished, she looked at him with a gentle smile.
"Thank you, Arima. You don't know how much this means to me."
Her words lingered in the air, leaving a warmth between them that neither could quite explain. For the first time, Arima felt as though his music and his art were truly reaching someone's heart, touching parts(past) of Kaori that perhaps she kept hidden from everyone else.