Chapter 7
Melodies
"For those who cherish each notes, shall know the struggle of a masterpiece"

I've been told for a while that fighting within a relationship was something I should have expected, a few sour notes existed within a song that inevitable no matter what.

Our relationship so far was a flying color, a blissful one that succeed to avoid every social minefield, but deep down, I was sure that we would come into an argument one of those days, only 'when' was the question.

I wasn't expecting our argument would manifest soon enough – truth been told, they always strike where it was least expected. And my feeble emotion was easily provoked by their taunt, allowing Love's light that supposed to be my guide, blinding me with the intensity of scoping directly into the sun.

Then again, I wasn't prepared for such event to finally strike me, especially with our blissful memories yesterday.

My beak still possessed the smile I got from yesterday; our time together was very serene, something I was sure would be treasured for the rest of my life, and this morning, I was tempted to ask him to take another ride; hoping for the same result.

The morning was oddly quiet as the usual noise from my parents' chat would surely audible, not to mention I woke quite late today. I popped my head from my room, and only a single macaw existed.

Frost, as usual, perching on the platform with his eyes closed, letting the ambient atmosphere seeping into his core.

I once asked him why he did that, he simply replied that the activity brought peace and joy to his soul, allowing him to savor another day with a grin instead of a frown.

Meditation was something I was aware the fact about it. Although I hadn't yet bring myself to tried one. The prospect of standing still for a certain time was boring to me – even I had to admit that I didn't get a slightest idea of gaining a peace and tranquility from standing still and closing my eyes.

I fluttered down next to him; the tacking noise from my talons hit the platform alerting him about my presence, snapping him completely out of his trance.

He turned his head to take a closer look on who was there, noticing me. "Well, who's decided to finally show up?" He asked playfully.

"Morning to you too!" I greeted him, we shared a brief kiss.

The oddness earlier hit the deck, my eyes scanned the surroundings for my parents, but not a single feather of theirs bore presence; Frost noticed my search quickly lifted his talon, revealing a white paper scribbled with writings on it.

I snatched the paper and read Dad's neat handwritings – talonwrittings.

Hello kids, Mom and I have gone to the market, we also going to be in Linda's bookstore, she requested some of our help. You guys please stay safe and don't do anything funny; otherwise you guys know the outcome. There are waffles for breakfast in the kitchen, hope you guys enjoyed it. We'll be back as soon as we can. Love, Mom and Dad.

A triumphant smile manifested in my beak as I've finished reading the message. The prospect of having waffles as breakfast ignited a spark of joy in my soul, as the said meal was amongst of my favorites. Frost sensing my inner jubilation, asked. "Well? You seem so happy."

"Waffles."

"Huh? What's a waffle?"

"Breakfast."

He nodded his head in understatement. "A new food huh? I hope it is as delicious as pancakes."

"Oh! So you like pancakes now, huh?"

"Well… yeah. I can't wait to taste those fluffy meals again, not to mention the sweetness they offer."

"You really like sweet thing don't you?"

"More than you know." He then put a grin. "But certainly, nothing compared to your sweetness, Bia."

I blushed with his compliment, his words touched my heart. "Thank you; I really like it when you call me like that."

"Anytime, my love."

The lustrous sunbeam finally reached its peak; signifying sunrise had passed and officially declaring the start of the day. I rested my head on his nape, enjoying his radiated warmth. "Do you think we will become mates one day?"

His eyes widened, and his body staggered a little. "Isn't it way too early to talk something like that?"

"Why? You don't want to?"

"Uh… yeah of course, but… well…"

I giggled. "I'm just teasing, Frost. But I really hope our love can bloom into something greater in the future."

His nervous demeanor faded, replaced with a smile. "Indeed, Bia." He nodded twice. "Indeed."

My siblings finally awaked from their slumber, their soul also wondering the same question I had before. I passed them the message, their face lit up with joy as they finished reading it.

"Yeah! It's about time we got some waffles!" Tiago said jovially.

"I really hope we got pancakes, they are better than waffles." Carla stated.

"Every single person knows that waffles are better than pancakes." Tiago countered.

"Pancakes."

"Waffles."

"Okay okay, let's just get there now, huh? I'm hungry." Frost stepped up.

Tiago nodded and quickly rushed to the kitchen below our treetop abode, we rolled our eyes with his act, but joining him nonetheless.

The kitchen counter was filled with three plates. Each had single round waffles with some strawberries adorned the said meal, the fluffy white substances – whipped cream – also enhanced their appearances akin to the one I usually found in the recipe books.

Tiago quickly claimed one of them, reducing the waffles in a half around thirty seconds – a new record in my book – stopping himself only to drink from the faucet before resuming his attack.

We shook his head with his act; his beak was white thanks to the whipped cream. Noticing our looks, he asked. "What?"

"Oh brother…" Carla spoke up. "One of these days Mom's gonna fix that attitude of yours for sure."

"I'm just enjoying my favorite food, that's just how I am." He smirked.

"Yeah sure it was. Talking to you is like talking to a wall, my words always bounced back."

The siblings' rivalry finally receded, and we started to enjoy our breakfast – except Tiago whom already reduced his portion into a quarter – Frost and I were sharing the waffles, he took the first small bite of the waffles and crushing them within his beak, the crunchy noise of the waffles being crushed was clearly audible, tempted me to take a bite.

His face was lit up with delight as the sweet waffles activated his savory senses, he allowed himself to claim a bigger chunk with whipped cream on it.

I finally decided to take a bite; the crunchy waffle was sweet in flavor and with the strawberries on it; the enchantment of the flavor was complete, it let me swallow the scrumptious treats with satisfying gulp.

The said waffle was exhausted within seconds, leaving no sole survivor that marking the existences of it. Frost's beak was stained with the whipped cream. "Uh Frost, you got something…" I told him, pointing to his mouth.

He circled his tongue around his lower beak. "There, did I get it?"

I leaned closer to him, giving him a short passionate kiss. "There… I get it."

Our affectionate act wasn't going on without notice; Carla and Tiago were cringed from the scene in front of them. "Please don't do that, especially in front of me." She protested.

"Yeah, it's already cheesy enough with Mom and Dad and now, there are two of them."

Frost was chuckling. "Now then, when you get a boyfriend…" He paused. "Or girlfriend, in case of Tiago, you'll understand."

"I'm sure I won't be that sappy." Tiago remarked.

I rolled my eyes, but then stifled a giggle nonetheless.

Tiago hadn't yet satisfied with the meal; took a can of Brazil nuts from the drawer. "You guys want some?"

Carla shook her head, patting her plump belly. "Nope."; her reaction was repeated from us.

"How can you eat those nuts?" Frost asked. "It tasted weird."

"Weird? What do you mean?" Tiago replied, nonplussed. "I know it wasn't as delicious as the one in the Amazon, especially the one you picked." He licked his beak. "Aw man! Now you make me miss them."

"Sure there are some Brazil nuts here somewhere, right?"

"Nope." I replied. "I mean there are, but extremely rare to find."

"I wish we could use those nuts." Carla said. "It would seriously adding more taste to the waffles"

"Yeah, especially with the one Frost picked." I nodded in agreement.

We relaxed a little bit, letting our digestive system did its proper start up, before allowing the food to be processed. The sweet aftertaste of the waffles still lingered in my beak, reminded me forever of its delight.

"So, Frost, what do you think is better? Waffle or pancake?" Carla inquired.

The earlier rivalry was remerging. Tiago's ears perked up when the conversation brought up. With a stuffed beak, he joined us. "Wah, wo ehat yo anhew?"

We tilted our head, before bursting into a fit of laugh. "Swallow them first, Tiago."

He gulped the remaining nuts, repeated his question. "Yeah, so what is your answer? Pancakes or waffles?"

Frost was silent for few moments, before finally spoke up. "I think I'll go with… ACHOO!"

"Saúde!" We said in unison.

He rubbed his nostrils with his wings, repeated his statement. "I'll… ACHOO!" His sneezed three times.

"Holy Feathers! What's wrong with me?" He rubbed his nostrils again. "Pancakes, that's what I wanted to say."

"I think Frost got a cold." Carla stated, involuntary creating an amusing pun.

I giggled loudly with her statement. "Did you realize what did you just say?"

Carla's face bore bewilderment for a while, attempted to comprehend what I meant. Her face soon replaced with a grin. "Oh right! Ironic."

Tiago and Frost were left dumbfounded with our giggle, they shot us a quizzical looks, demanding some explanation.

"You guys don't get it?" I inquired within my laugh. "Frost got a cold. Did you realize how ironic that is?"

"Oh…" They replied in unison.

"It's spoiled now." I told them, although my beak still curving a smile of amusement.

Tiago and Frost didn't share the laugh, but instead, returning to the previous conversation, "Why pancakes?" Tiago asked.

"Well for starters, the sweetness of the pancakes was mild and noticeable but not overpowering; the fluffy texture also amazed me. While waffles were indeed delicious, they were too dry and crusty. Both of them are very delectable, but I'll vote for pancakes."

"Ha! What did I tell you?" Carla quipped. "Pancakes two, waffles one."

Noticing his grumpy looks, Carla added. "Oh come on little bro! Cheer up!"

"This isn't over." He said.

"I think I'll vote for waffles." I stated, Tiago's face immediately bore a smile.

"Oh yeah, Bia." He hugged me to express his gratitude. "Now we are tied."

"Yeah sure whatever," Carla countered back. "I'm going back in my room; my ears itched to hear some music."

We nodded his head, her presence faded away with time.

My morning thought had return, and my mind already conjured the series of events that I would show him here in Rio. Our wonderful memories yesterday motivated me to ask him, and a simple few words already formed in my head, ejecting the question out of my central processing unit to my output device.

"So Frost, do you want to take another tour today?"

He was contemplating, his pale icy blue eyes bore unsure looks, he finally snapped, rubbing his nape – a non-verbal act to show me that he was going to decline.

"Uhm… yeah about that… I have something else to be done." He said nervously, "Maybe tomorrow?"

My mind demanded another answer, an explanation. "Huh? What is it?"

"Oh it's something… I'll tell you later okay?"

Even as my head keep demanding a more detailed, precise reason, I nodded my head. "Sure."

Tiago was leaving me alone soon enough after Frost's departure, leaving me alone with the deafening silence that trapped the room like a blanket.

My mind quickly searched for something to do. A few options were flashed into my mind, but the majority of them dragged me into a deeper state of expanding my knowledge, something I greatly enjoyed ever since I could comprehend words and numbers.

The fact that this world offered an unlimited streams of knowledge really excited me, giving me a never-ending quest in my life, something that made my life seems complete, until recently.

He stepped up, and all logic I've created faltered, a knowledge that not a single book possessed the right explanation, something that damaged my brain if I used them to decipher its code, Love.

When it comes to facts and figures, I could easily interpret them, as the sole purpose was clear and unambiguous, any person with a passion of learning would understand even the hardest calculation ever invented. Algebra? Calculus? Finite Element Analysis? It was simply evident and the result wasn't going to create a countless variables, they were always constant.

But when it comes to love, a feeling that I wasn't exactly sure how to explain it, my head already gave up from the very beginning. How come you perform a calculation for a reason if there was no base evidence and data on how it happens? Well, that was certainly impossible, even the most sophisticated of human's engineered machine would fail to do that.

So back to the question, how love's work? Simply a mystery to me. Every time I saw his scar, I remembered the sacrifice he made for me, the time when the eagles scooped me, even with all his pain – I was sure it was painful; the scar was crimson red, covering half of his face, not to mention he was unconscious for a day – he managed to ignore the pain, all because of me, his love?

So yeah, I decided to listen more to my heart aguish cry, and sudden realization hit me with a baseball bat. All the codes were decoded with ease, all the possibilities were ceased and replaced with truth, or was it? Was it the truth? Or just heart naïve decision?

If so, why? Why they were willing to do the sacrifice? Why they looked so selfless and why did they do that?

Frost was more than capable to understand the meaning behind all of this, his views were truly unique, and possessed a kind of intelligence that wasn't grounded with facts and figures, but rather from experience of his lifetime, allowing a much bigger picture than what it seems.

His attitude, his act, his smile all based on how much he loves me, how much he cares about me; those kind of things were enough to tell me that this was the truth, pretty much the reality I was looking from the very beginning, and certainly hope such act would not deteriorated by time.

Concluded, his presence always showered me with comfortable embrace that not even a single day I would ever missed without him next to me.

I was on my way to my room when Frost appeared on the kitchen window. "Bia! Um… where's Carla?"

Carla? What was he doing?

I promptly ignored that certain thought. "She probably in her room, and don't even bother to knock, the world might go into an apocalypse and she wouldn't even noticed."

"What's and apocalypse?"

"Uh, it's not important."

He nodded his head, "Thanks, I'll see you later."

"Yeah," I replied, disappointed that he wasn't taking more time with me. Ever since we officially become boyfriend-girlfriend, I always craving for his presence near me, and today was no exception, with a greater magnitude than usual.

Shaking my head, I unfurled my wing and ascended into my treetop residence. My mind decided to take its daily dose of knowledge, skimming through my collection of books, I set my choice on the butterfly species instead.

My studies today were tasteless; something else took a higher resource on my concentration. My feeble emotion was sparked, the jealousy that existed since Frost asking about Carla. Why in the whole wide world he would asked about my sister? What was really happening?

A fit of giggle from my sister room's escalated the spark into ignition, and my body started to get seriously hot. I tried to ignore it, but it kept returned as their audible laugh taunting my emotion even more, and for the rest of the afternoon; my heart went blazing.

Mom and Dad finally returned somewhere near lunch, their voice greeted us. "Hey kids! We are home!"

I dared myself to peek up to the platform; two more macaws bore presence next to them.

Frost was scribbling something in his notebook, before closing it and placed it back in Tiago's room while Carla had her earphones stubbornly plugged into her ears.

Frost then fluttered next to me; I quickly hide my irritated mood, attempting to stay calm. "So Frost, what are you doing?"

"You'll know this evening." He smiled. "Now let's get some lunch, your Dad brought us something."

Dad was holding a plastic bag in his talon; its contents still a mystery to me, until he decided to reveal it when all the family was present.

The plastic bag contained a bigger version of açai berries, but with greenish petals on top – imagine you see a purple tomato.

Dad was smiling when he noticed our puzzled looks about those alien fruits. "You guys never tried this one, right?"

"What is that?" Tiago asked. "I never saw one."

"Mangosteen." Mom said. "I've never tasted one too; it's quite rare to find this kind of food here."

I was intrigued with the said fruits, pick one of them. "How do we eat them?"

"You open the skin first." He then creating a fissure in the fruit with his talon, before jerking it off, revealing a whitish-sweetish-fruit on the inside, their appearances resembles oranges, only white in colors. "Here try some."

I took one piece of the mangosteen and put it in my beak. The burst of flavor hit my tongue really hard. It was sweet and sour at the same time, and I had to admit that it was delicious.

My facial expression brought reassurance to my siblings; within seconds, they already took one piece each, and their face shared the expression I had before.

"Wow this is nice!" Tiago said.

Mom and Dad were smiling. "Well, since we are in Rio, I think it would be a sin if we don't try some exotic fruits here." Dad said.

"Yum! Thanks Dad!" Carla stated. "…and Mom."

"You're welcome sweetie." Mom said, chuckling.

"Alright guys! Dig in!" Dad exclaimed.

In my terms, the feast lasted around ten minutes, while the fruits were very delicious, the setback wasn't exactly nice – and not to mention Tiago was on the loose, the occasion became sticky – literally.

The ooze that covered our plumage was beyond unbearable, Dad decided to take some bath in the stream, but objection was heard when the declaration wasn't validated from us. In an easier alternative, we decided to take the kitchen sink as our bath-place.

Frost was also bothered with the stickiness, quickly rushed to the kitchen, but in respect of the females, he acted like a gentleman. "Ladies first."

I was thankfully relieved when the water finally hit my body, sending the ooze, dirt and dust accumulated from the last few days away from my body. Not only rejuvenating my body, the bath also ceased my jealousy earlier – well, almost.

We made our way into the kitchen window, with extra efforts – thanks to our damp feathers – basking in the sun's heated ray to dry our feathers.

Frost was glued his eyes on me, a look of awe. "Wow… you look so…h-"

"Well?"

"Pretty." He stifled a cough.

I blushed with his compliment. "Thanks."

He walked closer to me, but I inched away from him. "I just cleaned up; you should do the same if you want to touch me or anything." I quipped.

He lifted his wing and made a saluted movement. "Yes Ma'am."

He disappeared into the kitchen, relieving himself from the sticky ooze. He came back around four minutes, his periwinkle feathers were more purple thanks to the water.

We perched ourselves at the tree's branch located somewhere near our residence, the process wasn't taking more than six minutes and two point five seconds as the hostile ray of Rio existed today; in fact, we almost dried to the core if we stay any longer.

Returning to the kitchen in order to quench our thirst, Frost was having a conversation with my parents. I wasn't sure what they were talking about, Dad's face formed unsure looks, but later replaced with a smile – extra nod.

"Okay then, Carla!" He approached her, she nodded and they both flew away.

The mere sight was invoking the jealousy that almost terminated sometimes ago; their behavior ignited the small flame into a blazing hurricane of fire.

My mind was looking for every reason, and the majority of them offering the worst case scenario, something that intensified the jealousy even further, until it reached the point where it started to blind me.

My heart aching every time I thought that he didn't love me anymore. He declined my kind offer, spending time with my sister instead. I wasn't good enough for him? I wasn't his best interest anymore?

The fraction of the recent compliment of his didn't recede even a single magnitude of my anger, my jealousy; in fact, the occasion increased my jealousy with zeal. Something that wasn't ever present within my soul before.

His words were ringing loudly to me, after all this time, was it all a lie? Was it only something he did to get close with my sister?

My face turned into a gloom, akin to Rio's when a squall was approaching. Even with my best effort to conceal my feelings, I know my face wasn't going to fool anyone.

Mom and Dad were asking us to visit the jungle, which my little brother was more than eager to go. I was tempted to go too, but with Frost and Carla being alone together, I wasn't going to take any chances. I shook my head, a non-verbal action to say "No."

Dad noticed my gloomy mood, asking "Hey, what's going on with you?"

Wiping the distressing looks from my face, I faked my demeanor. "Nothing Dad, really." I smiled forcefully. "You guys can have fun, I… uh… I have some books to read."

His face radiated concern, a fatherly look that concerned for his progeny well-being, "You sure? You know you can tell me everything."

My chest was going to burst up, as my emotion overwhelming my senses, but my logic trapped them within a cold blooded calculation; encasing those feelings in a logical cocoon, restraining any burst.

"No Dad, really I'm fine." I stated nonchalantly.

Convincing him was extremely difficult, and the prospect of the big bang in my heart that threatened to destroy the said cocoon motivated me to quickly drift away from him, bid him a quick goodbye and retreating to my room. "I need to get going, Bye Dad, Mom, Tiago."

"Do you think she is alright?" Mom asked, worry present in her voice. But the rest of the conversation was no longer audible as I've reached my room.

My eyes finally gave up, hot tears finally streamed down my face, the burst penetrated the cocoon and I cried my heart out. It was agonizingly hurt, something more than every single physical pain I've ever gained in the past. My tears lasted one full hour, before it drifted me into dreamless sleep.

I woke up sometimes around late afternoon. The sun was already sinking in the horizon, a beautiful sight of the tinted sky failed to lift my mood, the fresh cuts in my heart still throbbing badly, my soul was broken beyond repair, and my beak was dry.

I fluttered to the kitchen counter to quench my thirst, the cool liquid finally cooled down my throat, when suddenly he arrived.

My anger sparked up when I saw him; nonetheless, I acted like nothing was happening.

"Ah there you are! I've been looking everywhere for you?"

"Really? You were looking for me?" I stated sharply.

He felt the stab, replied. "Um… yeah, is anything okay?"

"Why do you care?"

Nonplussed, he asked. "What do you mean? What happened?"

"Stop hiding the truth Frost, I know everything."

He looked surprised at first, but then smiled. "Yeah, don't you like it?"

Like it? What's wrong with him?!

"Like it? Did you really ask me that?" I said, irked.

"Well yeah." He rubbed his nape. "I think you will like it…"

His words were enough to ignite my rage.

"Like it?! How could you ask me that?! That I like you with my sister?!" I yelled.

"What?! N-" I cut his response. "Oh don't you deny that again! I know that you prefer to spend your time with Carla rather than me!"

"Just admit it! Why don't you tell me that you want to be with her in the first place?! Do you know how hurt this is?!"

He left stunned, but before he could speak, I already released a barrage of insult. "Just go, I don't want to see you again! I hate you!"

He wasn't attempted to reply anymore, but his eyes shot me a very hurtful looks. He sighed, nodded his head and flew away.

It was also when I realized that Carla was watching the whole scene. Her eyes were widened in shock.

"What are you doing? What's gotten into you?"

Irked even further, I replied sharply. "Oh hahaha, look who's here! My sister that took my boyfriend!"

"Bia!" She yelled at me.

"Really sis? You want me to keep silent after what you've done? What a pity?"

"Bia!" She yelled with the intensity I've never seen her doing that before.

I silenced my blabbering. "I am not taking your boyfriend! He was just asking me for help."

"Really? That's your reason?" I chuckled dryly. "Come with a better one next time!"

She was glaring dagger at me. "That's how you look at me? A rival? A threat?"

She sighed before resuming. "No, He was just asking me for help with Portuguese."

"Why didn't he ask me then, huh? Why you?"

"Because it was for you," Carla declared. "He didn't want to spoil it."

My mind still looking for the reason to justify my action, even my heart already possessed a guilt. "Tiago?"

Carla rolled her eyes. "You really are blinded don't you? Until you can't think straight?" She sighed. "Tiago wouldn't even let Frost live if he heard the kind of words he was asking."

"Frost love you Bia. His love is pure. I'm the one should've been jealous to you. You had a perfect boyfriend, the one that would do anything to make you smile. Don't you realize that? He will never cheat on you, and certainly not to your sister."

"He is cute and all, but not my type." Carla said.

My anger flushed away completely, although my head still demanding a reason, my hurtful heart was more dominant in my soul, and tears flowed in my cheek.

"I… I'm…"

"Did you ever let him to explain?" She asked. I shook my head.

"What's gotten into you Bia? I've never seen you doubt like this before."

"I don't know." I replied weakly. "I just don't know what went wrong."

Carla walked towards me and hugged me. "Now there Bia, I'm sorry if you felt like that." She added. "I've never meant to hurt you; you are my little sister, the one I love as a family, and there's no way I'll broke your heart."

I hugged her tightly. "I'm sorry, sis."

"There is one more you need to apologize." She released her hug. "And tell him how much you love him."

"But I don't know where he is…" I sniffed.

"Vista Chinesa." Carla remarked. "He is probably there."

"How did you know?"

"He spent his entire day preparing a surprise for you, not even me knows the exact details, but you should probably head there."

I nodded my head, "Thank you sis, and sorry for everything."

"It's okay, Bia. We all made mistakes, now don't make him wait any longer."

I fluttered into the kitchen window, tasting an ample of the sunset ray basking me, before heading to the gazebo.

My flight was filled with anxiety. Will he ever forgive me? Will he still love me?

The said landmark was materialized, I spotted a blue figure perching on it, adjacent to him bore two presences of Brazil nuts.

My heart melted, my tears returned as his existence manifest, I fluttered down and perched next to him. His face reflecting the broken soul he possessed.

He noticed my arrival, the hurtful demeanor in his face persisted. He stared at me blankly, before returning his gaze into the sunset.

I decided to break the ice. "Frost…" I said weakly. "I…"

"You know, Bia." He cut me. "I've been thinking lately about us, about everything."

He turned his head to me. "I've always love to see you around, our time together, the laugh we shared." He inhaled a deep breath, and exhaled it hardly. "My sole reason to face another day… is you."

"My scar is the prove that I've set my heart for you, till something do us part, and no matter how hard I tried to erase this scar, I can't."

My heart was agonizingly hurt when he told me that. He hates me? He hates me.

"That's right…no matter how hard, it will remain." He looked at the sunset; his pale icy blue eyes reflected the sunbeam. "Just like my love for you. It would never fade, no matter how hard I tried."

My tears were streaming fast in my cheek with his confession, his love left undamaged, his love left unscathed.

He sighed. "I should probably go; I hope you'll find someone else better than me in the future."

My heart screamed, my sobbing become uncontrollable, and I'll let my heart guide my next action. I halt him and wrapped my wings around his neck, kissing him with an unadulterated passion, letting all my love for him manifest.

He was surprised at first, but later embracing my kiss, replied with the same passion.

Our kiss lasted as long as our lungs allowed, breaking only when the supply of oxygen in our lungs exhausted. "Please don't go, you are the one for me…" I nuzzled his chest.

He enveloping me with his wings; radiated the warmth I never felt before. "I'm not going anywhere." He said.

"I'm sorry… I'm sorry."

He lifted his wing, wiping the tears out of my eyes. "Don't cry… I'm sorry too…"

I smiled with his affection. "I don't hate you, Frost. I love you, love you for everything."

We nuzzled our beaks. "I love you too, Bia."

The sunset had finally passed, and the city of Rio lit with marvelous light, I was cuddling closely to him, enjoying the late night scenery.

"I can't believe you managed to convince my Dad."

"Well for you, I'll do anything." He stated, offering me the Brazil nut. "I don't know the taste yet, although I was surprised to found that close to the city."

I accepted his kind offer. "Thank you."

We cracked the Brazil nuts, and took a bite of the said meal; our face shared a grimaced looks. "This was even worse than the one we ate from the can." He ditched the nuts.

"But you waste the entire day to find one."

"Doesn't matter, it is not edible. I'll go grab something else."

I halt him. "No… just stay here."

He folded his wing, returned to my embrace.

"I heard you learn Portuguese from Carla, can I hear that?"

He scratched his head. "Oh yeah about that, I kinda left my notebook." He then added. "But I remember something."

"Really? Let's hear it."

"Meu único amor é você, Bia." He said, his pronunciation was spot on, hitting the romantic feelings with ease. [My only love is you, Bia]

"That's the only thing I remembered." He scratched the platform.

"That's beautiful." I smiled, snuggling to his chest.

He set his eyes on the city below. "Your Dad is right. It is more beautiful at night."

"Yeah, it is." With you by my side, every moment is beautiful.

The moonbeam shone brightly with its translucence light, radiating its silvery beam upon us as we enjoy the peaceful night together.

The melodies of love is always soft and perfectly tuned, we lost in the comfort sometimes, but as the crescendo finally took part, some of us lost in the pace, sour notes started to became clear as the synchronous of the instruments and those who played it is finally tested.

A symphony contains a lot of them: notes, crescendo. Just like love, they contained a lot of surprise, something you wouldn't expect, and the aesthetic reasoning behind the creation of one is beyond logic to describe. The abstractness of love isn't easy to understand, but indeed a masterpiece.

Only sometimes, not everyone understands the Value of a certain masterpiece, they seek reasoning, they seek explanation, and in the end, it only crashes down, as not a single explanation will match perfectly with the maestro who wrote them.

Simply, a symphony is a creation of perfection? Birth from musical instrument, and played by a maestro. All of them are imperfect, instruments should be tuned from time to time, and a maestro should practice from time to time, but how come their creation is perfect?

The answer is "no". Symphony isn't perfect, and would never be, but how imperfections still praised as a masterpiece?

Conclusion, Love isn't perfect… but like a true maestro – for no apparent reason – they always try to shine the brightest and become one.

All because Love simply required no reason, they just happen.

A/N: hello guys, I was requested by someone to include their Oc's in my story. truth been told, I wasn't expecting the request, but I'll certainly honor the one who asked me.

and yeah, again with the polls. it would be closed when I posted the next chapter. curently, I'm opening to suggestion on what should I write, this is the point when I only had some shards for my next stories, and I also accept collab, just PM me.

Thanks for your viewership, I can't thank you guys enough.