Prologue

Prologue

When Destiny Finds Its Song

Somewhere between a difficult destiny and a faint sound of a heartbeat, there was a melody waiting to be heard.

The night was quiet.

Yet the city was not.

Beyond the glass windows, countless lights shimmered beneath the darkness, turning the streets into a river of gold and silver. Cars passed like fleeting stars. People walked beneath glowing signs, carrying their own stories, their own dreams, and their own reasons for staying awake.

But among all those sounds, she could hear only one thing.

Music.

A soft melody drifted through the night.

She didn't know where it came from.

Perhaps from a distant room.

Perhaps from a radio left playing somewhere.

Or perhaps...

It had always been there.

Waiting for her.

She stood beneath the city lights, listening.

There was something strangely familiar about the melody.

It felt like remembering a person she had never met.

Like standing at the edge of an ocean she had never seen, yet somehow knowing the sound of its waves.

She closed her eyes.

And for a moment, everything disappeared.

The city.

The lights.

The noise.

The loneliness.

Only the melody remained.

Then came the sound of a heartbeat.

Thump.

She opened her eyes.

Thump.

Her hand instinctively touched her chest.

Why was her heart beating so strangely?

She didn't know.

She only knew that somewhere in this enormous world, there was someone whose existence seemed to be connected to that melody.

Someone she had never met.

Someone she had never searched for.

Someone she had never expected.

And yet, somehow, she felt that their paths were already moving toward one another.

Perhaps destiny was never about finding someone.

Perhaps destiny was about hearing a song before you even knew who had written it.

And perhaps love was not something that arrived loudly.

Sometimes, it began quietly.

With a glance.

With a single note.

With two strangers standing beneath the same sky without knowing that their lives were about to change.

She looked toward the distant horizon.

The moonlight painted the night in silver.

And somewhere beyond the city, another person was listening to the same melody.

Neither of them knew it yet.

Neither knew the other's name.

Neither knew the memories they would create, the wounds they would uncover, or the distance they would someday have to cross.

They only knew the song.

A song that seemed to whisper:

If our hearts are meant to meet...

Then let destiny find its way.

And that was how their story began.

Not with a promise.

Not with a confession.

But with a melody.

A melody that belonged to neither of them—

until destiny decided to make it theirs.