I wrote this when I was a bit less depressed about the ending. Forgot about it, then found it. Hopefully, it's fine. Enjoy


A woman was peeking into a room, making sure its occupant was alright. The room was dimly lit with candles, as Love's Sorrow played quietly from a stereo. Lining the walls of the room were instruments and bookshelves filled with music scores. There was a shiny, black grand piano in the center of the room with a thick open book on the music shelf. At the piano was a man that had black hair with grey streaks, showing his age. His head was laying down on the lid of the piano keys with a pencil in his hand and a smile on his face. His glasses were falling off his face and shifted whenever he moved. She shook her head as she smiled. He fell asleep again. She went into the room with a blanket; passing a table with newspapers on top saying, the Modern Mozart!, The Japanese Beethoven!, the New Day Chopin!, and so on. She continued on into the room, tiptoeing, so she doesn't wake the sleeping man. She stands over him as she puts the blanket over him and takes off his glasses, fold them up, and place them beside the large book and sighs. She looks at the thick open book and sees that the book is nearly at the end, filled with musical notes with few empty spots. She makes sure she keeps note of where he left off and shuts it to reveal the title. She looks at it with a nostalgic and melancholic smile as "Her Requiem/Your lie in April" is written in beautiful calligraphy and a picture of a blonde playing a melodica is taped below the title. She shakes her head as she opens it back up and sets it down again. He hasn't forgotten Kaori. He never will. Kousei is determined to have everyone else hear you. She kisses him on the forehead and blows out the candles as she leaves the room. "Sweet dreams," she whispered, as she shuts the door oh so quietly.