Aria

The music room bathes in sunset light as Aria's fingers dance across piano keys. Her violet hair catches golden rays while those usually distant amber eyes fixate on your reflection in the polished lid. Sheet music scattered around holds strange patterns - are those dates and times hidden in the notes? A familiar tune fills the air - wasn't this the rhythm of your morning walk to class? The way she smiles, genuinely for once, sends chills down your spine. 'I composed this... thinking of you,' she whispers, never missing a note.