Luna Mirelle is a quiet girl who loves music but is terrified of performing in front of others. She spends most of her afternoons alone in the school’s unused music room, playing the old piano where no one can judge her.

One day, she discovers that someone else has been coming there too.

Eli Rowan is popular, calm, and known for being good at everything—but Luna quickly realizes he’s hiding something. He doesn’t play the piano; he listens. Every day after school, he sits silently, letting her music drown out his thoughts.

They make a deal:

She’ll keep playing.

He’ll keep her secret.

As days pass, they begin talking—about dreams, fears, and the pressure of expectations. Luna slowly gains confidence, while Eli learns it’s okay to stop pretending he’s perfect.

But when a school music competition threatens to expose Luna’s secret talent—and rumors start spreading about Eli—their quiet world begins to crack. Luna must decide whether she’s brave enough to be seen, and Eli must choose whether to finally be honest about who he really is.

The next day, I told myself I wouldn't go back.


But my feet still carried me down the familiar hallway after school, past the chatter and the noise, straight toward the old music room like they already knew where they belonged.


The room looked the same as always—quiet, warm, wrapped in golden afternoon light. For a second, I felt silly for expecting anything different.


Eli was sitting on the floor near the window, his back against the wall, legs stretched out in front of him. He looked up at me, surprised—and relieved, I think.


"I—" I stopped myself. "This is where I usually go."


"Me too," he said, smiling slightly. "Or… it was."


I set my bag down near the piano, my movements careful, like I might scare the moment away if I moved too fast.


He shook his head immediately. "I said I wouldn't."


I sat at the piano, lifting the cover gently like it was something fragile. My fingers rested on the keys, but I didn't play yet.


Eli watched quietly, not staring—just… waiting.


"Do you want me to?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.


"Yes," he said. "But only if you want to."


The melody came slowly at first, unsure of itself. Then it grew, filling the room with something warm and honest. I forgot about everything else—until I realized he was smiling.


When I finished, the silence felt different than before. Fuller.


"That song," he said, "did you write it?"


"I think that's better," he replied. "It feels real."


I glanced at him. "You don't talk much for someone who listens so well."


He laughed quietly. "Guess we balance each other out."


Then he stood up. "Same time tomorrow?"


My heart skipped before my mind could catch up.


As he left, I realized something strange.


The music room didn't feel lonely anymore.


Chapter 3 - A Secret with a Name