A week later I had to get ready for a concert. I was in my room backstage of Goldener Saal in Vienna.

"Mister Edelstein," my tailor came holding a black suit, "here's your suit."

"Why, thank you, tailor." I thanked my tailor as I got my suit. And when I saw it, it was better and a lot classier than my usual suits. "Wow. This is one nice suit!"

Then someone opened the door of my backstage room. It was a woman from the concert hall. "Mister Edelstein, you have ten minutes."

I turned to her and told her, "Yes, ma'am. I'll be ready in a few. Don't worry."

Later, I stepped onto the concert stage, and to my surprise I saw Elizaveta sitting on the very front. But I shouldn't look at her.

I bowed down in front of the audience, sat down on the piano seat, then played songs. The first song I played was Valse du Petit Chien (Waltz of the Puppy) by Chopin, next a bunch of other pieces, as well as Lieberstraume No. 3 (Dreams of Love) by Liszt. Later, I played Nocturne, the lullaby I always play and people always listen to me play it. And lastly, the last song I played, the last song I composed, the last song I ever want to play, the last song I want Elizaveta to hear, the Last Song.

I turned to the audience to see Elizaveta cupping her right hand to her mouth already in tears. Looking away, I continued playing.

After the concert, as I left Wiener Konzerthaus, I happened to see Elizaveta walking away. I went to follow her and called out her name. "Elizaveta!"

She turned to see me. "Roderich..." she couldn't continue. "I have to go."

I was in shock. "Where will you go, Elizaveta? Back to Gilbert? Well, then, go." I shouldn't have said that!

"I really have to go, Roderich! I need to take care of my child-!" Then she held her mouth regretting what she had said.

Child? She has a child with Gilbert? I couldn't believe it!

Then all of a sudden, a car was about to run into Elizaveta.

I then called out her name. "ELIZA! WATCH OUT!"

She turned to me and then to her left. Her face was definitely in shock. Then I ran to her, pushed her to the side, and got hit in her place.

Am I dead?