Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 674

They had walked to the same spot where they had lingered for a while the last time. Spark placed the violin on his shoulder, looking affectionately at Molly. She sat silently on a grey stone. She sat still, not affected by her surroundings. She couldn't even identify where she was at the moment. All the luster on her face had gone.

Spark took the fiddle bow and slowly placed it on the cord. He was nervous beyond words. This was a gesture he had attempted many a time for the past several months. But he had failed every single time. Music had left his soul and his violin made no sound. The consequence was that he was filled with fear whenever he took up his violin and that fear had intensified as time had passed.

Spark swallowed to steady himself. He was doing this for Molly. He was hoping that his music would bring her back. He closed his eyes and tried to play a tune. But it was not his soft, melodious music that came out of it. The cord vibrated to produce a coarse noise, like a braying call.

Molly was startled by the noise and was released from her trance. She looked at Spark in a daze. In the dim light of the setting sun, he was shrouded in an aura of mystery. Since his facial features were only half-visible, Molly could not read the expression on his face. But somehow, she could feel the sheer desperation that had seized him and it was dragging him into the abyss of hopelessness.

"Spark..." uttered Molly blankly as she stood up and walked towards him.

"Wow!" Spark jumped at her voice. He said in a joking tone, "I was hoping that might work. You really came back to yourself."

Molly looked at his face, which still had the smile that belonged to a proud violinist. She frowned, wondering what Spark was hiding under that seemingly relaxed smile. But she read nothing on his face.

She lowered her gaze and her eyes settled on the violin in Spark's hand. It was his violin. "Spark, you and Wing haven't been in touch for a while, have you? Can't you..." Molly stopped mid-sentence as she was frighted by her own question. It must be a nightmare for Spark. But she still wanted to know the answer, "Can't you play?"

The answer was obvious. Spark couldn't look at her. He lowered his eyes and kept them on the ground. A painful glint flashed in them. He didn't want Molly to see it. "No, I can't play anymore," he said in a low voice.

"How could this be possible?" Molly was stupefied by his words. Did the most talented violinist she ever knew just tell her that he could not play the violin anymore? She couldn't believe her ears.

Spark sighed silently. Then he raised his head up to look at the twinkling stars above. In a defeated tone, he said, "Mol, there are things in this world for which we cannot find an explanation. Maybe I'm suffering from the consequence of my mother's affairs. Or maybe I'm just tired."

"Spark..."

"Mol," Spark spoke before Molly could say anything. He stared at her with a frown on his face. She looked haggard because of her sadness. He continued, "I cannot play the violin with these hands anymore, but I can still make delicious cakes." Spark tried to put on a fake smile for her.

"No! That's not the same," Molly said aloud and took a step backwards in her anger, "You're a genius violinist. You should use your hands to play the violin, not make cakes. How could you give up on your music?"

"There are many things which may disappoint us in our life. We cannot indulge ourselves in the past. We must forge ahead." Spark's words were as peaceful as the gentle wind, "Mol, our fate is out of our control. The only thing we can do is try our best to not drag ourselves into a dead end just because life is unfriendly to us."

Spark's philosophical words echoed through the peaceful park.