Melody of the Soul

Music. Love. Despair. Healing.

Hiroki had been getting anonymous love letters for years. Unceasing, steadfast, and filled with yearning. They came like clockwork, one following the other, never stopping. His days, in the meantime, went by like dry leaves in the wind,pointless and insensitive. Those dreams he used to hold onto, the ones that used to give his life meaning, had silently perished.



Yuna was Hiroki's best friend once. But their friendship always existed in an ambiguous, delicate realm—never really crossing the boundaries. Since she got married, their relationship was virtually nil, despite working in the same organization and meeting regularly.



As time went on, a gap formed between Yuna and her husband. Doubt entered. She began to think that perhaps she was just too weak, too damaged.



Hiroki, on the other hand, had always longed to protect her, to be the one to save her from the storm she didn’t even know she was drowning in.

Nobody could've predicted the mayhem those letters would create.

Deep-buried secrets started coming to light.

Wounds from the past reopened.

Old silhouettes returned to haunt them.

And the desperate yearning to break free, to finally breathe, grew louder with every passing day.



Music was their sole salvation. It came back to Hiroki like a present from the ruins—a delicate but shining strand to guide him out of the night.



The melody was slow. Painfully slow.

It echoed the pace of healing, of souls dragging themselves out of the abyss.

And yet, to others, the same tune would reflect their own silent fall— a fall into the bottomless pit they themselves had carved.