Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 520

Some things are meant to be like reunion and parting. Everything works out the way it supposed to. The fate of people has been decided whether they will be happy or unhappy. My fate is entirely determined by the god of fate. God determines my fate whether I should start with someone new, or spend the remainder of my days alone.

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The window was open causing rain drops to trickle inside the room. Normally, Molly would close the window if it was raining this hard but now she just didn't do it anymore.

Spark drew inspiration for his compositions from this easygoing life that he led. He used to live with Manny who didn't have a care in the world either. They both led their messy life together. But ever since Molly started to live with them, their life had changed. They lived like a family - the kind that Spark had always longed for. However, their four years of blissfully living a quiet life together was gone in a blip.

Wind was still blowing into the room and the purple curtains in floral pattern were dancing around. Spark bitterly stared at the purple curtains. When he recalled that Molly was the one who liked those curtains a lot, it was just painful for him to even look at them. Spark made a face as he walked towards his violin case. He stooped down and wiped a few raindrops that had dripped on his case. The lock of the case sprang open with a loud snap when he touched it. He furrowed his brows and his hands started to tremble - probably from playing too much.

Spark slowly opened the violin case and staggered at what he saw: it was the famous Stradivarius violin. But he didn't feel happy or excited about this - this violin was there to mock him about his loss.

The other day, when he found out that Brian was Mark's father, he had focused on getting custody of Mark. So he spent his day at the courthouse to run a few errands. When he got home, he saw the violin from Russell that he wasn't able to bid for at the charity auction

'Where did this come from?' Spark thought to himself. He frowned as he looked at the violin, wondering what it was doing in his case. But soon after, he started to entertain one possibility: that it must have been Brian's doing.

He found a note inside the case that read, "Thank you for taking care of my son all these years. I'm gifting you this violin to show my gratitude."

There was no signature or name written on the note but Spark knew that it was from Brian.

Brian bought the violin at the charity auction, breaking the world record for the price a violin had been bought at an auction. Spark had wanted that violin for so long but since he had chosen to buy the necklace for Molly - he couldn't bid anymore because he couldn't afford it anyway. It turned out that Brian only bought the violin so he could give it to Spark as a gift. To Spark, this was more than a provocation from Brian, and it was also a way of showing off his power and telling Spark that he's got this all under control. He could get everything he wanted. This time he got the violin. Maybe next time he wanted to get Mark back, and even Molly.

Spark was pained at this thought. He reached out for the violin and his fingers gripped tightly around the strings that let out a loud sound.

Spark had no other plans for this violin but to destroy it. He was still a good violin player even if he didn't have this violin. The only person who could compete with him was Russell, but either way, he played very well enough on any regular violin.

When he turned around, Mark was just behind him and he had seen the whole thing. He looked confused. At one point, he even looked scared. Spark would never forget that look on Mark's face when he turned around and saw him standing there. He didn't know up to what extent Mark knew if he even knew at all.

"Daddy, don't you like the violin?"

Mark pursed his lips as he asked in sign language. He had been in there the whole time. When he walked in, he was just in time to see whole thing.

But he did like the violin.

Spark said, "I do like violin, and this one is the best violin. I've wanted it for years. But I love you and your mom the most. To me, there's nothing more important in the world than you and your mom. Nothing matters more than being with the two of you."

Mark blinked and didn't say anything. He just went back to his room. Molly was still crying that Mark wasn't able to talk to her since he came out the room. After he walked into the room, she just looked at the door of his room with her red and puffy eyes.

Visions of everything that had passed these days seemed to rise before his eyes. And he felt as if a knife were piercing his heart. He was afraid that Molly and Mark would finally leave him. Out of anger and fear, Spark gripped the violin harder. He wanted to destroy it and throw it out of the window, but for some reason, he didn't do it.

After a while, with a bitter smile on his face, Spark leaned down and took the bow out of the case. He rested his chin on the chin rest. Moving the bow of the instrument with his left arm and holding the violin with his right arm, he started to play the Stradivarius violin for the first time.

Spark closed his eyes and played the violin. While he was playing the sad music with emotion, the drizzle turned into heavy rain, then into some sort of storm.

Spark played the violin crazily and burst into the tears which came rolling down his cheeks, then on the violin.

"Stop, stop it, Spark," Manny shouted and banged on the door. "Spark, please stop," he was afraid something bad would happen to him. "Stop playing, otherwise you're gonna lose your mind. Stop playing and open the door."

Spark was so absorbed in playing the violin that he ignored Manny's words. It seemed like he had totally lost his mind. Spark, in his sorrow, turned away from the world. He felt emptied and stunned.