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The sun was setting, and the echoing footsteps in the corridors of Starlight Arena stirred an odd unease within Draco. On the battlefield he was cold and distant, yet in his private life he carried scars few knew about. One of those scars had a name he thought he had left behind long ago: **Melodie**.
When Melodie stepped onto the scene, Draco’s heart skipped a beat. He remembered her radiant smile, her laughter filled with music, the bright days they had once shared. At first, there was a warm greeting.
“It’s been a long time, Draco,” Melodie said, her eyes shimmering with a familiar glow.
Draco pressed his lips together. “Yes… time changes a lot.”
Their short conversation unfolded under the weight of old memories. Melodie tried to recall their moments with cheerful warmth, and though Draco was tense at first, his walls began to lower slightly. But the fragile harmony didn’t last.
“You know,” Melodie said, her voice now heavy with disappointment, “everything ended because of your pride. You always chose battle, always kept your distance. I tried to build bridges with my music, but you always stayed silent.”
Draco’s eyes hardened. “You never understood me. For me, battle wasn’t just a game. You always chased the light, but I had to fight the darkness. You ran, I stayed.”
Their words grew sharper, the thin thread between two former lovers cracking like fragile glass. Their voices echoed down the corridor.
Meanwhile, quietly standing in the shadows of the corner was **Lumi**, watching the scene unfold. Normally, she could have intervened, calmed them both down. But Lumi only tilted her head, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath.
“Some conflicts are best left untouched,” she thought. Draco and Melodie needed to face their past on their own. To step into their story would be nothing more than adding fuel to the fire.
Draco and Melodie’s voices still rose in argument, but Lumi slipped away in silence. Faced with their turmoil, she chose to do **nothing**. Because sometimes silence is the heaviest intervention of all.
Draco’s eyes flickered between anger and hurt. Melodie’s voice cracked; the melodic tone that once enchanted crowds when she sang was now cut by grief.
“You lost me on the battlefield, Draco. I wanted to sing with you, but you always clung to your blade,” she said.
Draco clenched his fists. “I was trying to protect you, Melodie! In my own way. But you… you never saw that.”
A moment of silence fell. Only the distant murmur of the crowd echoed, heavy enough to remind them of their own heartbeats. Tears glimmered in Melodie’s eyes.
“You didn’t want to protect me… you pushed me away,” she whispered.
Draco’s face fell. For an instant, his eyes dropped to the ground, memories he wished to forget flashing before him: Melodie smiling at him beneath stage lights, the short yet warm moments they had shared. Deep in his heart there was longing, but his pride chained his words.
Watching silently from the corner, Lumi was shaken inside. “Melodie’s tears… Draco’s silence… I wish I could stop this. But this isn’t my fight. Only they can heal their wounds.”
She took one step forward, then pulled back. She chose silence. Her heart grew heavy, but she was resolute.
“Even the brightest light cannot erase every shadow. My duty is to shine, but not to intervene in every darkness.”
Melodie wiped her tears and turned away. “We could never sing the same song, Draco. Maybe we never will.”
A thousand words Draco wanted to say were tangled in his throat. His lips parted, but nothing came out. As Melodie walked away, silence wrapped around him like a cage.
And in that moment, Lumi’s inner voice whispered:
“Some wounds heal without a touch… and some never heal at all. I am only a witness.”
The only thing left in the corridor was the echo of an unfinished song, and the weight of words left unspoken.