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Zen checked his Instagram account like usual, which is his username @zen_young91 along his professional career as a photographer, owner of YOUNG Media and Mono-Chrome Studio, owned it with his assistant, V. The posts are mostly uploaded a scenery photos with flash photography, creating a blend of atmosphere, and the music inspirations for a while. Ever since Floyd received the news about his past with Robin, even the cause of her parents' death; the death anniversary of the two most important individuals in their lives was coming, and it'll be a day. But, he wondered if he should go back to his old career as a singer--even though his albums sold successfully, instead, he dedicated his career for music as a singer-songwriter as well. It's been hard for him ever since during his second trip, as they planned together.

After realizing his growing popularity, few weeks later, that what had happened in the scandal. Zen's fans are also wondering what would the famous couples do, but more importantly, if the rumor is true. But, he can ask Floyd for composing music, instrumentals and OSTs too, like the solo singles and the ballads. Suddenly, his manager called him, which means his decision has been taking a long time. Before the anniversary arrives, Zen took the step by singing and playing the piano, with no regrets.

He turned on the piano switch, taking a long breaths and started touching the black and white keys. Ever since this week has occurred, the clouds began to get rid of the sunlight. Floyd was texting with her musician friends like Yukio, Akiko, Danny, Julie, Kayla and Adam like usual in the group where Zen also part of the group--until she heard a sound of piano keys. It sounds sad and nostalgic, then Floyd imagined... why is he slowly grieving alone? Her eyes are glowing by the light coming from the piano that shined through the glass window. While preparing the foods and drinks, she always checked on her boyfriend who's still playing some tunes. Zen's eyes are closed, blocking any disturbance, the melodies play so clear and gentle, his slender fingers were gracefully drifting over the keys—his slender fingers are gracefully drifting over the keys. Somedays, during the peaceful period, even his hands were healing from the pains of the scars.

After finishing his tunes, he sighed and opened his amber irises, looking at the rain pouring from the outside. Floyd approached him behind and gave a quick peck. After his soft caressing to her blonde locks, smiling. "Nice piece, babe," she complimented, before Zen sighed. "I... was thinking if I should go back to my old career? The career where I am known as a singer."

The couple started talking for a moment, except when both of them have some thoughts. "Ever since you're struggling with your phobias and symptoms, that will be a challenge. You can listen to my music for now. But, you can choose it as you wish," Floyd remarked, opening the doors to the small balcony. "You helped me with photos and such, so it's my turn to help you," she said with a smile.

"At least, the rest of our single songs and albums had sold very well, yes. For our health and mental-wellbeing, we'll think and decide," the photographer also spoke, following her. Then, Floyd noticed his wet hands. She held them tightly, warmth is felt through her touch. His left hand moved her nape towards her shoulder, gently tugging her in comfort. Before a stormy night, the gray clouds have blown the sun away. "Now the world's watching us in tears, since we love our family so much and nothing was the same, right?" Floyd hummed, her own sentence made his heart skipped.

'The same feelings...' Zen muttered. He slowly brushed her hair back, and he quickly pulled her on the side-hug as their heads leaned, staying connected in the long moment. Every words for their parents, the sacrifices they've done, their expectations, and having someone to rely on. "Zen, your work and photos are greatly appreciated, the people loved it. They've inspired, comforted. Once the public knows the truth, we will be free," the violinist continued, letting the man squeeze her shoulders gently and leaned them onto his.

When they're looking up, the storm was slowly going mild, the wind was slowing down.

"What was that? I was planning to show this to everyone, I wonder if we should--"

She was cut off as her eyes watched his finger is landed in front of her lips. The tension around them was increasing once more, and her face looks soft and her lashes were fluttering—almost like butterflies. "Floyd... you're currently focusing on modern pieces, right?" he asked, making her nodded in return, but... "Yeah, in the last studio recordings, it was intense. I was experimenting on jazz, pop, and everything so... I heard your previous songs and most of the successful ones are ballads, piano renditions. I wish to hear your voice again, no matter how your past have been a mess."

Those words encouraged him to continue his decision, and seeing her didn't opposed or disagree. Zen wanted to continue because he wants to inspire the audience through music, by capturing the emotions. When the weather suddenly went from bad to worse, the thunderstorm arrived—it was scary for Floyd, but she can find a way to stay calm after being alone for years. "We're ready and not afraid, we survived this trouble because we didn't give up," the photographer assured. At least, they have something strong in them.

Hours later...

Zen could feel her body stirring awake; it feels like the usual bed every time he slept in here. Once his morning started with the violin was playing in the studio, he stayed for a long time before working from afar. Floyd already talked with V regarding Zen's previous music producer, Jung San was missing and nowhere to be found. But, she tried to settle things first, and getting the help from the owner. V was an information collector after all. So far, there's no one missing him in a few months and the press reported, how can someone go missing out of no where? What, is the sudden disappearance didn't have anything to do with the scandals or even the rumor?

"His producer is doing fine, he's just needed some break from work."

Once Floyd heard that, she was satisfied enough after setting everything on process; while the second set of the rehearsal just started after the break in the lounge. Once the staffs were getting the equipment, stage clothes and makeups, Zen and Floyd was having a meet-up with the security team and the other personnel. When Floyd appeared, suddenly she caught her boyfriend's attention—the way her blonde locks and blue irises were gorgeous. Zen was used to see her wearing tomboyish attributes to suit his eyes—but in terms of events, he would tell her to be feminine and she could balance her style anytime. The love and honor, it's something both couples kept working together. That the violinists were getting a lot of attention especially her fans and the admirers, as she looked more beautiful after doing the photoshoots which having a new themes.

Zen checked himself in front of the mirror, he couldn't believe he had to change his style as his new branding--just by taking off his vest jacket, black dress shirts, pants, and shoes. "Okay, Zen, you can do this. Show it to those fans that you're serious," he persuaded himself, trying not to release a shiver as he held the glass, making a glance at his old singer self-from the photo in his phone. Without hesitation, Floyd walked over to her boyfriend, helping him to compose his nerves. "Hey, Yukio told me that you should be ready, don't be afraid."

The singer smirked when she's trying to hug him, smiling when he didn't swat away. As the moment they had just now became less stressful, it took a while for her to be brave enough to suggest the idea. Zen's anxiety came back when he had to go to the makeup room, not the wardrobe please... it'll be too much, how does Floyd able to handle this? She was able to communicate better, which mostly supported her fans. It was going great, until the next week. "Oh right, don't forget to practice and warm up your voice! Even I'm bringing you another set of instruments, with the musical notes... that will be helpful!"

Then, it has gone into silence--the violinist pouted when he was avoiding her touch. "Zen, no need to be cold... that doesn't matter," Floyd called his name, which snapped him back in attention. He could imagine her eyes, his heart pounded slightly when he got her into a sweet kiss. "I'm trying my best for you, babe. It's going to be tough," he muttered, and they smiled to each other. The entire time, they remembered the times of spending their days by working or during the hobbies, they've learn each other's lesson as much as what can be balanced by a deep connection, never giving up. There's something about her melody that's touching and calming his senses. "I practiced vocal during college so my voice won't get rusty... I did exercises and always practicing. The song was almost same as the OST. If that makes you or myself happy, I'll be glad to," he told her, breathing evenly and almost recovered, getting too close to her. "Okay... promise?"

With a final nod, Zen turned his eyes. "Why did I become more softer and patient, feeling comforted once I get to the point, it was easy, and only you made me do these things. Also, love will bring you joy," he continued, before walking ahead. Once both of them sat down and were having some drinks from water, suddenly their fingers locked like a link. "Once you had a chance... before the recording session, we'll talk. Talking about our days, the song for the album was already a concept for the duets," Floyd said, calming his heart with a smile.

Zen was relieved that he doesn't have to change his hair color, because his precious short messy brown hair always been natural from birth--he also put on his sunglasses with stone-like beads on the side of the lens. He wears a black turtleneck under his black jacket with collars, along black fancy pants with black belt and black laced boots with back heels. He kept his necklace that has 'Z' pendant, and one thing left... the signature rings on his fingers. When he knew a little about the life with her, the secrets unveiled and there's still a lot of mystery going on, this is where the journey was beginning. "Fuck, I look so sexy with this tight outfit, while you're looking good," he muttered.

He could really know that Floyd is a supportive, not stopping and never forcing him to do more—that was the typical example. Somehow, knowing that she had to prepare in the wardrobe and makeup room... a girl and her fashion. "Good thing I work out with you, V!" he shouted at his friend-assistant. After making some sense of what he'd dress, the thought has never leave his mind; seeing the photographer with the clothes is true... that his girlfriend will see him this way. While both were left the hallway to a different room, Zen began to groan. The warm-up vocal practice was a little rusty and his first time, revealed to be after three years. "Gosh, I just turned twenty-three years old like you... now it's time to revisit the greatest hits."

For the whole day, once both of the famous singers were starting their rehearsal, it was okay-ish. Zen was getting worried that if their schedules are taken too far, and he need her calming hugs. There's a song that Zen sang which were his own OSTs from two previous movies, for a couple hours. While his lover has grown impatient, she always kept her patience so the both can achieve their goal. "Everything is going well! Keep the pace steady."

"Yes! I'm a little nervous, the lyrics are making me confuse but no problem," she hummed, making Zen frowned and wanted to tease her. "As usual, very chatty, babe! You make me giggle every time we spoke," he teased, looking at his watch, now on the other line was V who's checking every monitors of their equipment. After the lunch, they can already relaxed, standing up for a couple minutes. "Hmm... this reminds me of the theater," she said, stretching her hands and feet. The violinists loved the theater, it reminds her of her career and also the studio. "Practice makes perfect, right? Don't lose your concentration."

Suddenly, both of them joined a meal and discussing the topics, which to discuss next. Everything was worth it, since they've accomplish. Time goes by, a few hours have been pass since the recording have finished. Zen was getting back to his old persona as a singer, he didn't forget to thank Floyd for getting him back as ZEN who was once a famous singer-songwriter, a star. Another success, the comeback was done. Before long, her boyfriend was fixing his long coat with different shades--revealing his slim frame and holding her hand. "See, I love you and your smile every time," he winked, feeling his heart was going to give out. Acknowledged. There's something about her irises to never lose, those magnificent blue irises.

Now, it's time to balance with his photographer work, except taking photos for her personal ones. After their practice was done, making their relationship bloom further, Zen and Floyd were having a walk. Still, their fans are spreading the rumors about Robin and Rose, the fight they've gotten, and Robin was trying his best to clear his bad repute. Rose also being supportive enough, both are very close. It has been a night time, and the sky was crystal clear once he got outside. No messages, no calls. Nothing was off.

The cold air was refreshing, as always.

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Zem was in his studio room after taking a break from photography stuff, he was writing the lyrics in his private book. Then, a soft strumming sound caught his attention, a smile lifted upon his face as he wondered why Floyd would hold a performance with the grand piano. He had his camera again, before snapping the photos. Suddenly, their phones got a notification and it's time for new update--it's a YouTube announcement. Once, the lovers uploaded their duets covers, earning millions of views and sharing every time.

While their studio renovation were going well, the violinist's fame has increase among her loyal audience. During rehearsal, Yukio hugged Floyd in the back, telling her that she has improved for a month and the studio was coming back. Even the orchestra has increased, bringing the fresh new vibe, which was great. After the practice, Akiko wanted to invite her new friend, Junsu. Before, he hasn't played in the songs by hanging out. Now he's officially join, and what's more of his vocals--before having a dinner at a local cafe, Akiko shared the message. Both are high-fiving, since everyone was joyful.

Zen watched Floyd came back as she was tired from her activities, after his assistant V pick her up to their mansion. She slumped on the couch, a smile on her face. "Let me massage your tired shoulders, Floyd-bae..."

With a permission, he took off his dress-shirt, revealing his chest which was also tensed from fatigue. And the muscles were not a joke either, which her face feel like hitting herself. "L-later... after you finish your massage," she replied in a low tone, averting her eyes as a warm red was visible. With slow breaths, both of them had a lot of fun even though it hurts a little. For her, the only place she's comfortable is when she was alone with Zen. Especially, when her boyfriend felt her relax. No matter how they've been the strong one, working and studying their daily stress while trying to be romantic and passionate towards. "How's your singing career?"

Floyd asked her boyfriend, checking her BlueSky account like usual. She had a good view, watching her backstage with the amazing friends. Zen had to have many audiences to come, it takes a longer time to deal with that, especially after his comeback song. 'Ahh, did Zen finally feel the atmosphere and the relaxation. His trusty camera was always followed by many things, but when both of them have been keeping it balanced, then they became stronger as a couple,' she thought and smiled when looking at the pictures together.

After Floyd has grown successful with her violinist career along classical music, she checked her incomes from her YouTube account--her eyes widened that it has more than 3.8 million subscribers, the people still growing up more. One thing, about the news never stop with media asking about her relationship with Zen. The thought suddenly popped inside her mind, remembering something about the past.

'How hard are we going to get in the moment... to endure the struggles and hardships? Everything is precious.'

Floyd thought when she think about her current state of fame she's in, everyone was talking and discussing about her role as a violinist. During the music-classics she learned, the times go by fast once the solo part has been performed. For a young age, Zen's life has hard struggles; the music, photography, press releases and the social status. A pressure—but, his confidence made it happen. He was no one else, but a young prodigy. As his albums reached millions, not getting affected much; his work is well-known until both couples were invited to different shows to show their talents. Zen can see her smile appeared through his closed eyes, the way his fingers had been trained to play the piano, his charisma was strong.

Before they are outside the studios, the amount of interviews they did were endless and the questions are usually related to what is their relation, and being fans in such a busy world. As much Floyd wanted to answer... she didn't want to release the answer so soon. At least the fans are satisfied after listening their songs. Everything felt real, as the moment between them were really moving. 'Act professional, don't let your audience waited.'

Years later...

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Everything has been blurry since the last minute had been quick. All their efforts have paid off, not losing their control no matter what's it do. For the good times, the fans around the world were still supporting and encouraging both people. When Zen and Floyd attended the prestigious Music Awards, the photo-shoot were done, most of it were group interview and personal one. Both of them turned twenty-five years old, their relationship did reached on highest point. "No, nothing much. This is the passion that inspired me," the singer said as his eyes blinked as a camera shutter as his amber orbs made him known the photographers are taking the picture. He focused on what's in front of him, the lights from the cameras were shining so bright.

It made them both relaxed after the glamour events are done, once Floyd and Zen got inside the car with the chauffeur, the driver drove on the road. They wanted a calm and peaceful without the public had to be staring at them--since their management was difficult to balance the time at work and giving less pressure during the personal lives. "Sweetie, remember, whenever the paparazzi started interrupting our conversation, you can call the security," he reassured, nudging her. "By the way, V... how was Rose? I heard she and Robin still together?" Floyd asked, seeing Zen's best friend and assistant looked uncomfortable.

"Rose... darn, you won't like this, Floyd. She's pregnant..."

The violinist gasped, listening a bit longer while her boyfriend muttered. But, after knowing the news, her eyes widened and Zen looked away. He didn't know how to react, instead he sighed quietly. "At least, this cannot get better after they ruined the rest of our years... oh, am I dreaming? Please tell me that was some dream..." he whined, covering his eyes, earning a soft brush from his girlfriend to the sides of his temples.

"Listen, Zenny. Come on, Robin has some issues before, isn't he? Always taking care, and all. Rose should know what's she gonna do since it's almost nine months," she said, which she gently rubbed her finger over his knuckles. After the press conference, and the awards show. It all ended smoothly with no single problem happened. "Now how many trophies did we have collected, look!" Floyd said happily, her arms juggling her beautiful prizes that it has been weeks after a month.

"We're happy to see Floyd Christina achieved it, and ZEN! He's starting to be a comeback singer, the scandal had been fixed. We won't leave him. Yes, the pain is real, but he always find the comfort, and we were proud of him!"

The reporter cheered with every smile, pointing at them. Floyd didn't budge with her fame and success, and same with Zen who was getting used to the spotlight. Then, the couple bid their farewells before heading back home. For a dinner, the violinist stayed up late, listening to the song made for ten years, based on their favorite stories. Those that were cherished, and the world will never take it away. "I'm tired..." she muttered, adjusting her position. Suddenly, she squeaked when Zen leaned in, kissed her on the lips. The music was the best thing to soothe the melancholy feelings; it was a good night.

"Sometimes, the burden is gone... you are my light, hope you never left me..."

What made her giggled, Zen lifted his finger as he rubbed the tips onto the back of her left hand. "I'm going to protect, no matter who hated me," the young adult yawned, closing his eyes. With his violin playing could never miss, the moonlight showed the beauty of Floyd. She couldn't sleep, yet smiling. "Thank you, Zen... I'm gonna protect myself. Despite having self-hate and difficulties, never turn back... did the same but kept being positive."

While the amount of stress was gone a little after so many years, it feels nice with no disturbance. Moments later, the song has hit the night like a full moon with the glowing crescent; with a reminder--before the night have a silence. Until, it was raining outside during the night and Floyd grew worried because there has been cases of missing celebrities in industry of Seven Stars. Maybe she was wrong since her imagination has been clear, mostly everyone has a hunch. This gave her a new thought, a new determination, and new purpose for her growing and continued career. "That's my girl, working hard," Zen said as he was just coming, wiping his wet hair and forehead. "It took me a long ride and some time. There was a person lost, I can't believe that incident have been a few months already."

"Whenever the darkness hitting around the town and city, there is a hope. Also, the memory is precious."

Yes, the memory is cherished so much.

The next morning, Floyd was relieved that her violin has been polished after being repaired--it's still the same old story, trying to stay calm and keep her breath steady. Then, the strings were attached and tested, making a satisfying sound. She prepared her song cover and her hands were moving, holding on to the fret with the bow. The sounds are going from one end of the town and it can heard on the radio, those who listened. She was feeling excited in her new project, suddenly she noticed her boyfriend was showing a hint of interest. But, his new work was coming and he would busy for a month. Some of the songs are released online, causing a blast or a tornado, which earned another buzz. So, the violinist's career hadn't reach on highest point.

Floyd was making some lunch for him since his schedule is tight enough, while her violin has been kept in her office along the stacks of papers that represents her lyrics. She wanted to cook his favorite food which is a goulash stew with half-baked egg crusts, fried bacons and mixed vegetables soup. After she made them on the lunch box, she placed a sticky note on it and wrote a note: "Good luck in your day work, Zen. Eat well. Love you~♡".

After she left for her schedule, Zen grabbed his lunch box that has a sticky note on top of the package. Luckily, V was on board with his black sports car, which means he can rest a bit before eating his homemade meal. Although the singer's career has returned a year ago, some people would toss a hate comments like 'stepping stones' and 'trust-breaker', but Zen proved to be the opposite, since Floyd would handle it better while he was still finding a way to support her. There is times when they're going home together or having a small break at the studio, the traffic was normal at its usual pace. While the media never end, until the articles regarding on his past leaked out but he choose to not bother about it.

Ever since their fames rose, they barely have much time to relax at a local restaurant--making themselves satisfied before getting back in the studios. But now, they began their break together in between their jamming sessions and photo-shoots. All of this was beautiful, including how they felt the same emotions after all the obstacles; to make them realize their relationship. The duet covers and songs were just one of the famous that day, thanks to Floyd for doing her role to have courage.

Meanwhile, Robin kept acting like himself; a kind boy and was gentle towards the public, along a big smile that would keep his fans getting interested--he seems changed as if he had moved on from the past. He was standing beside Rose during the Gala Night for the upcoming Music Awards, dressed formally and he even gave an autograph to a fan. In other words, Robin is now an advocate towards the peace, but... why? Rose was pregnant and currently she was having a break--her managers and producers thought she needed some time. Luckily, Rose is staying with him in an expensive penthouse, so her family has taken care and planned a baby shower. Before she headed to a clinic to visit her doctors, it was then she thought of an idea and it's the choice she made. On the last conversation with Floyd, everything had make sense that Robin always changes his personality since his father disappeared and never look back.

Floyd was called during the Best Musician of the Year, making everyone clapped including Zen who sat beside her along the other celebrities and friends. She stand up carefully, waving shyly as cameras were flashing. After her acceptance speech was written on a piece of paper, many reporters wanted to interview Floyd and such. She was okay since her anxiety and phobias has lessened with the combination of music, she has grown used to be in front of people on stage. Behind her, a young man was also standing up, clapping after her name got announced and gave her a good tap on the back, earning a chuckle. The award was heavy since the price money was more than $100,000. With happiness as part of her smile that made her more unique, her joy came from the ones who supported her.

"Thank you, everyone. I want to say that music has been my passion, my life is not gonna be a success without the violin. People should learn something new, be inspired by having fun. Thank you for all of the support from my late-parents, relatives, friends, alumni, and especially; my boyfriend, Zen Young. I hope other artists can have the motivation for their projects and inspirations--the world is great, and full of mysteries! Our connections are real, and positive things should come above the negative, even some have to show us something beautiful. I also want to add more things, ever since my parents' death... I was on my lowest point until I turned twenty-years old, I met Zen. He accompanied me during my rough times, to the point he listened and understand that I love myself, and the stress-free we have. Our moments are magical--trust, compassion, and communication are the keys, but I'm proud of us!"

The applauses are never ending, so does the questions that had yet to finish. When V pushed the reporters aside, making a pathway so Zen could grab her to move around. "Congrats, dear. You did great, and I'm lucky to meet you," he said, hugging her in front of everyone who watched. The fact, they also knew their friendly rivalry through music. "Floyd..."

That chilling voice, who was that? His amber irises looked around, realizing it has nothing. Suddenly, his eyes flickered, trying to recognize someone... or is it the darkness again? Then, his friends bumped into him as he snapped back, what was it? There's a mysterious presence.

V sighed in relief when the weather was cooling down and no storm for this month, after everyone is celebrating for the winners. "Wait, V! Did you see that?" Zen asked, looking around in anxious, making his friend stayed in one position. Since the chauffeur has no idea, both men couldn't find that guy so easily... they need extra eyes to find the suspect who was watching. That's strange, and it has been hours.

Zen was right, there was a suspicious feeling like earlier, but he didn't have time. Floyd was still staying by his side, before she hears a chilling voice and she turn around--seeing none other than... a knife was heading straight at both of them.

A scream echoed and they fled, shouting for help and warning anyone nearby.

Then, it had started raining.

Floyd was stabbed in the torso area, a dark-red streak of stain appeared on her dress with her breath turning steady. At the same time, there's a sound of policemen catching the culprit, she would release a choke in pain and sobbed. Being calm is hard, it is just Zen and her getting almost killed, so she could accept it as fate. She saw a flashlight approached, but can't clearly see it due to the blurry vision. In her eyes, Zen was seen bleeding as well as he laid on the sidewalk, with his palms showing the sign of cuts and bruises. How far was she standing away from him, and one policeman aided her to walk.

Floyd trembled as she crawled towards Zen, seeing blood was pooling. "D-Don't worry..." he whispered. Tears streamed down the corners of her cheeks, she thought he was going to die after a sudden attack. Her anxiety hasn't leave yet, even though the emergency aid arrived within minutes, she couldn't react any further--everything was terrifying her. "H-how long had I lost myself?" she asked, using her arms to lift her face. She feared that if she couldn't recover herself, then they'll be doomed. But then, the incident last month was because her ex best-friend was the culprit—now, this happens?

His arm wrapped around her body, as he shushed. "Shh, save your voice and strength, baby. If something happened, the reporters will soon appear," the singer replied, coughing as a liquid went out—the taste was different. Her hands held his in a tight grip, which he can feel the wet texture because of the rain that was already decreased a little. "Stay with me...Floyd, hear my voice, no matter what happened. This injury—it doesn't hurt."

It was until, they heard a whisper from a familiar voice.

"I can't wait to play with your bodies... but you gotta hang on..."

The voice spoke, before it faded when someone got apprehended and brought to the police car. Soon, the paramedics came as V helped them to get to the ambulance car. Seeing this made Rose shuddered in shock, crying and it made her distressed. He will keep her safe, even if Rose only can rely on him. Meanwhile, Akiko gasped in horror and Danny called the rescue team. The group watched Floyd rushed inside the operating room, while Zen was taken to a critical care room.

Few hours later...

Floyd laid on the bed as she was waiting the doctors to finish sowing the deep injury, the scar will stay and the rest of her lower-chest body will be covered. Some months after, she might feel a little uneasy and she's still scared. Every seconds, minutes, and hours... she hoped this is a dream or a terrible nightmare. When she woke up, her boyfriend sat next to her and holding her hand--he's also injured, but the cuts are very deep so it won't harm him too much. She moved up and got out of her blankets, wrapping her bandaged arms around him—feeling his warmth. But she couldn't let go, only hoping everything was a sick joke. "I... I heard something... it looks like... his voice is the reason we are having a bad time... him. You must have been too shocked, this isn't ending," he replied, seeing her eyes were more puffy as the tears streaming down. Even the ambulances have saved, both celebrities lived, but the attackers are far gone--probably will end up dead in a hospital. It will take time, Zen is still here for her.

During the visit, Floyd was helped by Zen to be okay—telling some good stories and memories that helps her calm her heart and mind. Just try and don't looking at his wounds and stitches... no, no, focus on his amber irises, focusing on his positive words, and his presence. But, the memory haunts her and no one will stop it.

Both of them didn't forget the threats they've received, especially when the last thing was said to Floyd. 'A gift was prepared so you wouldn't be lonely—this is your end and no one will ever found him!'. Who is him? Both was looking for an answer after this event, although they have grown famous, they still haven't stop caring about others. Floyd was walking alone to her mansion until she got grabbed by the hooded man as she kicked the man through her karate, thinking he's been sent by Robin. But, what in the world was going on?

"Floyd!"

Zen shouted when he approached her, once she ran over and the hooded man passed out. Shit, a stalker? Police was called as his girlfriend was in panic and shaking. "His girl sent me here," the hooded man admitted, showing a note to him and a phone call. She was taken for a moment by force before meeting the guy's face--earning an insecured shiver, until she stomped to his belly and kicked him to the ground. Fucking great, another nuisance who would be the excuse to hurt his lover's mentality and feelings.

A flash of memory in her mind made Floyd flinched, her eyes widened--the violinist know who that is... the one behind her broken violin incident, the one behind the car crash, and... the one behind the stabbings. Now, the truth is unveiled; this is where is starts to show who's lying, who is the villain... and who'll suffer. Before the stalker get apprehended, a picture fell out. They were about to rush when there are sirens of police and ambulances approached, along the witnesses have gone home as it was midnight. And the evidence is proven wrong.

"Zen... I know who did it, and it's not Robin... yet, I know all faults might come to him, but... I sensed it. That, the dark intent," she said, pausing for a long moment. What made her traumatized was seeing the knife pointing at Zen, but later at her. She wouldn't imagine her destiny was waiting. "We need evidence, a good proof and explanation before reaching the verdict. The first attack was a message, the second was when that car hit, and thirdly—when we didn't get a hint of a suspect, he did something..."

"For a small knife, is it related to the murder suspects?" the investigator asked.

But, Floyd's anxiety were gone and her mind is more cleared, she stopped being nervous after the hospital trauma. She held Zen's hand as a detective asked again. The mystery would solved, only those two will find the real answers. "Did his uhm... partner, do you know her?" the man asked, which made Zen and Floyd's eyes narrowed. Right, the woman was familiar, and they've visited her once. "Name... what's her name, please?"

It was all started when a girl met Robin for the first time, she was such a nice and wise girl—with the support and encouragement are given—her strength comes from the connection. Her name is Rosalyne Romano, the one Floyd's friends warned about Robin--being mysterious is quite attractive. Both girls loved music and had a new dream; the two went along as if there was a special bond. But then, a few years later... came the college and graduation, Floyd has now graduated in Music. Of course, even though Robin is her best friend--he definitely choose Rose as a partner after she accepted what he has.

Although Floyd has decided to cut him off, this made Robin grew angry and he would do anything to get her attention, as well as removing her obstacles in life—to the point of framing and sabotaging. Rose couldn't do anything but supported him, the pressure felt like it was building for one year since a new person enter, her ex best friend. And the chaos for six months, it's horrible. She loved him, so she decided to not let Floyd ruined their relationship, right?

Is... it love?

Everything will fall apart, is it love?

Rose was a nice lady, but why did she have to be with Robin?

Robin's plans went wrong, no evidence and no nothing. Soon after seeing Floyd and his best friend talked in a way she has witnessed for years, but she's hiding something to him, no way he will keep being controlled... he's still angry. When Floyd ignore him, Robin returned the words with the smirk--as if he had a perfect plan to drive her away once and for all. That's the way; Rose won't know this.

After the explanation, her friends also told the same thing with their own versions--it connects to the evidences, she must have gave the knife away. This wasn't an accident, the culprit was just so careful and patient, the guy might lose control and gone mad.

Now, he must be stopped.

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