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Three Weeks After Clemont's Brunch…
Children ran ahead during the cool summer midday ease, laughing and playing, collecting treats from shop owners, tasting home morsels of childhood. Merchants and vendors displayed items, prim and proper for people to see and choose to their tastes and liking. Lumiose street market was filled with many assortments of aromas and scents, filled to the brim with tasty treats. Aisles and stores lined the busy streets, edible items, freshly made, just waiting to be taken home and snacked on. Vendors could be heard, calling in thick Kalosian language to customers on the fresh products. Cheeses were being sampled on, fresh vegetables being sprayed with water to keep fresh, antipastos were being divided and packaged for awaiting locales. It was a beautiful image for Serena as she stood in the slightly shaded marketplace. A long, maxi dress with the colours of blue and hints of yellow gracing it. A straw hat shielding the sun as she admired the beauty of the marketplace. Enjoying the piece of normalcy, she missed so long. Serena was grazing the stands, eager to shop for meals she planned on making with the rich ingredients she saw before her. She perused the salty olives before her, arrays of colours she could not help but eagerly want to munch on. She saw roasted peppers soaked in oils to preserve the flavours, humming at the taste she could imagine. Her wicker basket already contained some items she planned on making, oils with garlic, some with herbs, an assortment of breads, her favourite being a sourdough she direly couldn't wait to enjoy and some crisp vegetables she couldn't wait to throw in a salad. Their stalks and greenery sticking out lusciously from the wicker.
She stopped for some more vegetables, gathering some green, some yellow and white ones. She sampled the cheeses, picking the ones she wanted, selected honey and crackers to go along. She bought fruits like apples and grapes. Anything, she saw herself snacking on. She was in pure bliss, humming a jazzy number she heard in a café. Her straw hat hid her from the bright sun as she looked over some dried meat, contemplating some spicy salami. She took a deep breath, smelling the scents that only a market could hold. She glided over items, touching various fruits and vegetables in their peaked state. It was oddly erotic to her. To be in such pleasure from the delights of food. She finally arrived at her last stop. Wine. She looked over at some inexpensive brands, going over the dry, sweet, white or red options. Feeling partial for sweet and red, she paid for her choices before heaving the heavy basket to her nearby apartment.
"Mademoiselle Serena, trouble for a taste? It may suit what you are looking for?" An older vendor offered a wine sample to her as she trotted by, his voice thick with Kalosian speech. He noticed her choices and thought of a nice wine to pair with her brie. He was fond of her as they spoke when she would shop while in town.
"Oui, Merci monsieur." Serena replied kindly. She placed her heavy basket near the stall and took the wine to taste. It was magical and rich, the depth of flavour hinting her tongue in a very potent way. She savoured the sip and nodded to the man when asked if it was good.
"c'était merveilleux. Je vais prendre deux, s'il vous plaît." (It is wonderful! I'll take two, please.) She said fluently. The man smiled and abided by her request, turning around to package it for her. She smiled to herself and indulged in the wine again, taking a rich sip once again. While she waited, she scored the neighbouring vendor, looking at the delicious peppers they had seasoned and waiting.
"We must stop meeting like this, Serena. If it happens again, I'm going to think you're stalking me." A deep voice trembled her ear. She turned to her left to see a grinning Ash Ketchum to her side. He was causal today, simple sweater, sleeves pushed back, an undershirt peeking out, comfortable slacks on. Pikachu on his shoulder, smiling widely at seeing Serena. The mouse crawled off Ash and onto Serena in a split second. Nuzzling the Kalos girl, making her hat shake dangerously. She smiled at Pikachu, stroking his electric cheeks before anything.
"You wish, Mr Ketchum. I have better things to do with my time." Serena scoffed, wine cup in her hand. "If I may be bold, what are the likes of you, doing in a market?"
"Fishing." Ash stated seriously.
Serena stared at him with a confused expression. He looked at her before breaking out into a smirk. "If I may be bold to reply," Ash mocked her words. "I am doing as you, buying items so I won't starve to death." Ash scratched his nose a bit before smiling.
Serena doubted this as he didn't have a basket. Serena gave him a doubting look. Ash noticed it and raised an eyebrow at her.
"You don't believe me?" Ash said, a not surprised tone of voice. She shook her head no. "Well, if you must know, Khoury took my purchases back to my place. I decided I would take a walk through the market before heading home. It is a lovely day, after all." Ash said.
She didn't hear him say "…and I am really glad with my choice."
Before she could say anything, the kind vendor called to her.
" Votre vin, Mademoiselle Serena."(Your wine, Miss Serena.) He said, a flourish of a kiss from his mouth as she took it. "Restez Belle!"(stay lovely!)
" Merci!" She blushed before placing it in the filled basket. She waved at the man before turning to come face to chest with Ash. She was caught off guard by the close proximity,having not noticed him moving towards her. Her blue eyes widened at the overwhelming ambush of human warmth that she couldn't help but gasp.
"Your basket looks a bit heavy, Miss Yvonne." Ash said lowly as his face came down to hers as he bent to pick up the basket next to her. "Allow me."
With that, Ash winked at the kind vendor before turning around and taking a stroll through the rest of the market. Serena, in a daze, silently asked herself 'what just happened?' With Pikachu, still on her shoulder, she hurried to catch up with Ash, eager to berate him for taking her items.
"I didn't say you could take my basket, Mr Ketchum." She grumbled as she tried to avoid patrons walking in the opposite direction to her, following him.
"If this is a feminist issue and claiming your rights, I rather munch on a pastry while I listen to you, Serena." Ash said airily, halting their steps when he saw sweet treats by a nearby stand.
"Saying I want something that is mines does not make it a feminist issue or an issue! Mr Ketchum." Serena said, slightly off put by his cool demeanour.
"Of course not." He said smoothly as if entertaining her. His eyes caught a sweet treat he knew would be perfect. "I just know it riles you up." He laughed before calling for his request. Serena was stunned by the perfect tongue Ash spoke in that she forgot about the jab he made. She didn't realized Ash spoke the local language.
He bought the chocolate baked goods for him, Serena and Pikachu before carrying on. He stopped in a path, off the busy main ones, shading a bit from the sun to give Pikachu his treat. He took his own and handed the last one to Serena. She looked at him scornfully, not taking the sweet goodness held in the brown, paper bag. Ash rolled his eyes.
"Serena, stop being petty, you love these!" Ash hedged. He stared at her, never breaking eye contact. He could not resist. Serena scoffed at him, annoyance clearly shown in her face.
"Don't worry, I won't tell any of your feminist sisters you took something from a don't- care- a -bit." Ash laughed, making the last part rhyme with feminist. Laughing at his ridiculous crack, swearing he saw Serena almost crack at the jab he, extended the bag further out to her. For a moment if watching her, he almost saw her lips turn up in an almost smile. She returned to her ever present exasperated look for Ash and rolled her eyes before taking the pastry from his still outstretched hands.
"Leave feminist out of this, they actually are fighting for a cause. You should learn a thing about that. Respect is what we want and we have rights." Serena sulked at him, not truly showing how much she was in love with the chocolate goodness.
"And we thank you for setting the record straight." Ash said, holding the basket, finishing up his treat. Ash shook his head, muttering on about how it was too easy to rile this girl up. He was truly being entertained. They continued their walk, finally coming out from under the tents and thrown cloths of the market.
"Where to? Mademoiselle" Ash said, a proper flair to his words.
"Nowhere." She said. attempting to take the basket from him, the long bread in her face making her form of attack a bit unceremonious.
"Serena, you have about 5 heavy bottles of wine in this basket." Ash said, his tone taking a quality of a smirk. "Plus, all of your other purchasing make it quite heavy. It's okay to let a man do something for you." Ash said, smoothly, getting into her face a bit due to her close proximity.
"When I find a man… I will!" She sassed. Ash maimed being wounded, hand over heart, a smile on his face as he peeked through his eyelids. He looked ridiculous especially as he still managed to be clutching on to her giant basket. He could not help but laugh at her response, he should have seen that coming.
Serena was shocked by that reaction. She was sure Ash would have fizzed up a bit. Leading to them arguing and one of them walking away. It was the way things were.
"People change, Serena."
She remembered the words Ash uttered the day by the café, the rain adding effect to her memory. Had he change, however? A simple encountered didn't define that, necessarily. She was lost in thought that she forgot about Ash.
Ash watched her, still smirking.
She needed to do something about this. She didn't care if Ash had changed. She had no time for this.
"Ash, why are you really here? you could have walked passed me and go on your merry way. Why are you making so much effort?"
"I'm not putting effort… I'm being a gentleman" He said astonished at the use of his name.
"Well, stop." Serena said bluntly. Ash froze at her monotone.
"I don't know what's going, I don't really care for it. Why are you around me so much? First, the walk after the exhibition. Then the brunch party, the café and now at the market. I have seen you more now than the entire 9 years of parties and birthdays we so happened to have attended. Why do I feel like you're seeking me out?" Serena shot at him. She was a little pissed now, no she was pissed. Why was he around her so much? They had nothing between them. Nothing. They swept the dust under the rug already.
"Serena…" Ash tried to say but she cut him off.
"Look, if you think I'm looking for a friend, I'm not! I just want to enjoy a party with my mutual friends and be cordial with you. That's why I accepted the invitation to the exhibition. But that's it." Serena sighed and gently took the basket from his stunned hand.
"I want to say you are a lovely person, heck I know you are, but all for all," she paused. "Ash, you're a nice person and I honestly forgive you for Snowbelle. It is in the past. Like our friendship. It's too late for that. Can we just agree to be cordial? Hi and bye. That's it. We don't need to speak; we don't need to talk. We don't need to do any of that. We are nothing." Serena said, the sun streaming between them.
The mindless noise in the background became loud between the both of them. Ending whatever was said.
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A Day After A Trip To The Market.
Serena was in her apartment, having a relaxing night…
Rain was drizzling down on the night. The roof creating a wonderful sound that went along with her music.
Her Pokémon had retired for the evening and were in their sleeping quarters. She had now finished taken a shower while checking on her dinner. She patted around the apartment in a simple, white robe, hair wrapped in a towel as she checked the simple pasta with trimmings found in the market the previous day. She had on a jazzy instrumental flowing through the apartment. It was cosy and made Serena feel right at home. She strolled up to her porch doors to see Prism tower, lit brilliantly in the distance. She felt odd however. A sinking feeling in her chest. It had been present ever since she left the market the previous day. Not giving Ash a chance to respond before heading out into the busy streets of Lumiose, disappearing into the crowd. She tried not to think about it, about him, but she didn't understand why it was affecting her so much. She said her point and got it across.
They weren't friends. They were nothing. Two people who casually knew each other through mutual. Right?
Serena poured a glass of wine she had sampled. The taste just as delicious and earthy.
She took a seat on her couch, left in her thoughts, the music taking her away as she thought about herself, her life, who she was. What did life have in store for her? She always wondered if she was doing the right thing. For being for herself. She took a next sip of her wine, sitting on a lounge seat, watching the night sky, the grey clouds had a tinge of red due to the lights of the city. She could hear light traffic outside.
There was a knock on her door. She raised an eyebrow not expecting company. Her concierge didn't call up so it had to be someone she was familiar with.
She opened the door, wine glass in hand, to gasp in surprise at who stood before her.
"As…Mr. Ketchum?" Serena questioned. Confusion flooding her tone. He was dripping wet a bit, a stormy look to his eyes. He was protected by a long grey coat, his hands were in the pockets. He was momentarily caught off guard by Serena's display but held back whatever he was about to say.
She looked at him, moments passed and he didn't do anything.
"Ash?" She said slowly. She jumped a bit at his sudden movement to look at her. He took a deep breath as if searching for inspiration.
"My dad died last year." Ash said, a ringing sound in Serena's ear could be heard. "The day of the Barbeque actually," He pulled his hand out of his pocket to scratch his eyebrow. "When I accidentally spilled wine on you dress and you threw potato salad at me because you thought I did it for spite." He stood, towering over her as he spoke.
"I couldn't get a flight out to Kanto, so I decided to go to the barbeque and be around my friends but yet, I always ended up by you. Bumping into you, conversing near you, talking to you somehow? Something about you. I never understood why. It was like a sub conscious effect." Serena tried to interrupt him but he halted her.
"When I arrived at Kanto, after all of this, my mind was on you because I could not understand why. Why Serena?" He had his hands in the pocket of his trench coat. He pulled a hand out to run it through is damp hair. "My dad had just died but something about it kept my thoughts on you. We had a decent relationship, not the closest but I could have spoken to him and he would advise me the best of the situation." Serena stared at him, pulling off the towel around her hair slyly. She thanked Arceus she had manageable hair.
"My dad wrote me a letter, because he didn't want me to see him in his sickened state. He spoke about being proud of having a son like me. He spoke about life and the adventures I was blessed to have. He told me I would be okay even when I wouldn't feel like it. He told me to go after whatever my heart called towards. To do what made me feel like a better person. To live through myself and not what others expected of me." Serena took a sip of wine, not understanding any of this. She stared at him, not really knowing what to do.
"I understood some of what he was getting at. I pushed for my dreams and I achieved it. But what stuck out the most to me was when he told me to go after what my heart called towards. I didn't know what that meant. I thought the old man was losing it. I didn't realize I hadn't experienced what he was talking about. Yet. Yesterday, when you told me we were nothing, we had no reason to be, that letter came back to my mind, that part came to my mind. As if everything I achieved in my life made no sense. That the worst thing in the world was watching you walk away from me, not looking back." Ash took a moment.
"I disagree with you Serena. We are something. I wondered for years why my mind ran on you, why you were irked by my presence, why things never felt the same since Snowbelle but it never stopped me from coming around you. I always gravitated around you. For Arceus sake, the day my dad died I wanted to be around you so I could find comfort I guess…which makes no sense at all!"
"Ash!" Serena interjected, not understanding what was going on. "What are you talking about? Why are you in front of my apartment, telling me this?" He seemed taken aback by the questions, as if he wasn't too sure himself.
He looked at her sharply, as if he collected himself. A new steel look of resolved flooded his sharp face.
"This isn't over between us, Miss Yvonne. It's now beginning its path once more. It began when we started our journey. You're something important in my life… you are. You were destined to walk into my path." He watched her, his expression softening. He had a ghost of a smile on his face.
"I like you." Serena looked up at him sharply, eyes widening to the brim, her nearly dropping her wine glass, hoping her ears had deceived her. She did not hear that.
Ash only could nod to her.
"And, I just realize, I'm going to do something about it. Good night." Ash whispered the final part before grasping her hand, interlocking their fingers, her to stunned to even react, squeezing their palms before dropping it delicately and walking back down the hall.
He didn't turn back even when Serena called back to him in confusion, muddled at the situation.
He needed to complete his quest and he understood why he saw life differently after his father's death. He was ready to face the biggest hurdle and that was Serena, herself.
Serena could only look at his walking frame in horror-struck. The jazz playing in the background didn't make the situation lighter.
What was going on? What? He liked her?
Serena wasted no time.
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A Half Hour Since Ash Showed Up and All Hell Broke Loose.
"Ash Satoshi Ketchum! Want to tell me why, I got a peculiar call from a freaking out Serena 20 minutes ago? Where are you by the way?" It was late in the evening. The rain had stopped and Ash was sipping on a hot coffee.
Ash smiled as he listened to Bonnie over his cell phone. He had a feeling he would be getting a call like this and braced for her questions. He took a moment to tell Bonnie the adventures he had with Serena at the market, the conversation and the realizations. He was in the park, watching the trees as Pikachu and his Noivern played. The lamps creating shadows against their silhouettes.
"She made an excellent point. Why was I following her? When she asked me if I was seeking her out, I realized it was true. A part of me hoped I would see her and when I did, I stuck around her. It was when she walked away from me, Bonnie, did the letter of my dad's make sense. I realized all this time, all these years, I liked Serena but I didn't understand and when we would meet, she would be so defensive towards me that I felt like a 10-year-old who just wanted to harass her."
"But, But Ash, how did looking for closure and forgiveness suddenly turn into a 'quest' as you dub it, for Serena's affection? I mean, I really don't think she likes you, bro. Like at all and I'm the girl who thinks everyone likes my brother…" Bonnie voiced. She was gazing out of the giant window of the penthouse, she could see her reflection in the giant glass. She was smirking but allowed Ash to understand the issue. She had her own plan but needed to play the game carefully or it could lead to a disaster.
"It's more than that now, this isn't about ending hate between two people. I never hated her! Snowbelle was just…a fight, gone wrong with years adding fire…now, it's time I end this. Serena has high walls at me because of Snowbelle…it's time…I knock it down." Ash said, taking a sip of his coffee.
"Ash, I hope you know what you are doing, Serena is different now, she is not the wide-eyed girl who was infatuated by everything you did. She…She's cold. She's hurt and you are the guy who made her like this." Bonnie signed, rubbing her eyes. It stung for a strange reason.
"I understand this, Bonnie. Trust me on this. Something tells me this is what needs to be done. There's a reason why Serena and I have never just drifted away." Ash said simply.
"Enlighten me then? I don't want you risking yourself over a feeling."
"I know how I'm feeling Bonnie," Ash argued, "I know this feeling, I don't feel like this, at all. My last relationship consisted of me following her and doing what she said to do. For the first time, I want to show how I feel, how this person makes me…feel. How happy I am when I think of her. Bonnie, I like Serena and I can say that with a clear mind." Ash ended, Bonnie stood tall, a bit stunned at Ash's declaration. She had an idea of his feelings but never in her life imagined Ash to be so clear about it. Maybe his dense years were finally behind him? Who knows? Bonnie could only now do what she did best. Support him.
After a moment of silence…
"What are you going to do? Woo her?" Bonnie snorted.
"No," Ash chuckled himself. "And woo Bonnie? Really? I think you're spending too much time with Cheryl." Ash noticed something in the distance. "I'm going to make Serena see…me. I battle for a living, of course I am going to win… Serena…Serena's worth it. Anyways, I'm going now, Noivern crashed into a tree and Pikachu's freaking out, got to go. Love you. Bye!" With that, he ended the call on Bonnie before sprinting off to his dizzy Pokémon, shaking his head as he went.
"And mom keeps telling me I need kids in my life." Ash mumbled as he checked on Noivern. Shaking his head at Noivern's proud face at his fall.
Bonnie watched the screen in confusion before shrugging it off. She gave a nod to Clemont who smirked at her as well. The siblings smiled as their plan continued.
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A Week Since Ash's Unceremonious Visit.
Serena had been watching her back every so often. She felt paranoid. She honestly didn't know if to take Ash's words seriously or not. She was baffled still about him telling her he liked her and so simply when in reality she…despised him? Hated him? Did she? She wasn't sure about anything. Bonnie was no help, telling her to relax and maybe Ash was joking around on her. Serena wanted to believe Bonnie, she really did but something in his eyes said otherwise. It was different and she was monumentally freaked out by it.
For 7 days, she avoided her cafes, the market, the bakery, the quads, the parks. She stayed in her apartment and doubled checked the concierge on why Ash was there that night. Apparently, she had given approval to his visits many years aback. She needed a moment on why that occurred. She called Bonnie religiously on his whereabouts. Bonnie had no idea. Serena felt hopeless.
She found herself in her living room after a week of no surprises or drop by. To say she felt relieved would be an understatement. She was going through some boxes that contained her past adventures. She was clearing out junk from a closet when she stumbled upon the boxes.
She had some moments where it brought joy and nostalgia into her mind.
There was a box that contained her princess keys, pictures of her adventures, some of her with Bonnie and Clemont… some of her with Palermo, some of her in other regions. She would smile at some, tears would come to her eyes when she saw others, the precious memories latched on, pulling her heart a bit. She saw a photo of her holding Misty's daughter at the hospital, (she realized she needed to frame it) a beaming smile on her face as she looked at the precious baby, Misty looking at the both of them, exhausted but happy. She saw a next photo of May and her, holding a Top coordinator trophy, Serena had won it, taking the title from May. She smiled and scoffed at the one where Dawn was in her wedding gown, forcing the bouquet in Serena's hand, slyly looking to the left of the picture while pointing to something off screen, Serena had no idea. She pulled a next box, deep under some jewellery boxes and craft paper, it was a picture of her, 15 years old, standing close to Ash while Clemont and Bonnie smiled cheekily into the camera. Korrina stood to the far left of the corner. She remembered herself sliding over to be closer to Ash. The heat that tinged her face made her throw the photo away from her. It slipped and floated away into some crack of the room of the living room as Serena curled her knees to her chest. Out of all the photos she founds, that had to be one she couldn't keep focus on. She placed her head on her knees, taking in the emotions around her.
She wondered what compelled her to look at these boxes tonight.
The chords of a violin began to play somewhere. Serena raised her head off her knees,as if to ensure she was hearing correctly. It was a slow tune, beautiful and soulful. She felt someone was calling out to something. Her heart trembled as the chords glided beautifully to the tune. As if calling to an angel. She got up off the floor and headed towards the direction of the sound, it picked up, as if the tempo increased with her movements. It was coming out from where her entrance was. She checked her peephole but saw no one. She opened the door slowly and saw to her astonishment an old turntable. It was vintage, it was playing the violin music, the trumpet was gold and looked to have been polished recently. The record stopped before changing to a much more soulful rendition of a song Serena knew. It was Maloetta's moonlight serenade. A song Serena was fond of since it came out. Next to the turntable, Serena saw a small, suede box. She looked around, to ensure if anyone was around before picking up the box and turntable. Smoothly and quickly she pulled it into her apartment, placed it on the foyer table before watching it with trepidation.
She opened the suede box with a click and neatly nestled in the centre was something that made Serena want to almost faint. There, was her blue ribbon, Ash had given her at the beginning of their journey. When her life had changed after losing her first showcase. She could still hear the fireworks, Ash smiling at her, wishing her luck…
"How could this be possible?" She whispered.
Under the ribbon she saw an envelope.
She took it out with shaken fingers and opened it.
Dear Serena,
Many years ago, In Snowbelle, you left this under your bed. You left. I kept it for some strange reason. I never understood why but I did. What was even stranger, was, I kept it with me throughout the years, I kept it in my backpack. Carrying it throughout my journeys ahead.
Serena, I forgot about Snowbelle to be honest, I did. I didn't realize how much that morning, my absence, my solitude had created such a rift in something that was meant to be more. In a way, I kept this ribbon to remind me of my flaws but in the end, it laid forgotten as well.
Now, I hope to remind you of who we were. Remind you that, we were childhood friends, you were the girl in the straw hat…I was the little boy who gave you a handkerchief.
I hope, giving this back to you, the ribbon, it will spark something, like it did… all those years ago. Think about it?
Ash.
By the way, a little Pidgey let me know you have a soft spot for vintage music. This selection reminds me of you. I have a feeling you would find use out of this turntable better than I would. You'll hear from me again.
Soon.
Serena stared wide eyed at the letter, willing for it to burst into flames and let some guy jump out and say she was being pranked. She hoped she was being pranked. She felt like Ash was being unrelenting in this. He was pulling out big guns and it was his first attempt. She quaked at the thought of what he might pull. She had no intention of responding.
"Why are you allowing it? Be a bitch. Be cold. You don't like him. You hate him." An ominous voice could be heard. But did she though? She shook her head and took the turntable and carried it to one of her guest rooms. She placed it in the closet and locked it away before she would do something.
Out of sight, out of mind.
She came back to the foyer table and picked up the ribbon. She saw it had stayed whole but had an age about it. Years of travel and wear and tear. It was filled with tears and she saw a bit of dirt stains. It smelled like soot and something like Pikachu. She stopped sniffing it, it was a bit creepy. She placed it back in the box and casually locked it away in one of her drawers.
She took off all the lights in her house and decided to think. A few candles as her light. She could not allow Ash to do this. She was in a battle it seemed and Serena could not afford to lose. She was going up against a professional battler to.
Ash stood next to his town car, hands in his pockets in his jacket, a kind smile to his face as he saw the lights go out. He shook his head at Serena, guessing she was sitting in the dark, overthinking.
Koury stood a far, behind the young gentlemen, watching with amusement at Ash. Never would he have believed Mr Ketchum would fall hard for the girl who least liked him. The elder man could only shake his head in what he thought was young, beginning love.
After a few more minutes, Ash got in the car and headed home. The same amused smile on his face.
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What do you think?
It is taking a rather strange turn. Who thinks Ash tugs the heart strings a bit?
Oh well?
Check out my other stories as well.
The song that plays throughout the part with Serena and the turntable is called
"Sound of an Angel." Beautiful Violin music
The ending chords – the last 40 seconds play beautifully when Ash is looking at her apartment. If you want a mood?
Check it out on YouTube.
The song is not mine.
Lovely!
~FireFlyVal~