✈️ Chapter 8 — From Y to Y

- Original song: Hatsune Miku https://youtu.be/s3W9x2EZBWA?si=5X1EVSnWF8_VSZXi - Cover: Megurine Luka https://youtu.be/nj2meT7dhIQ?si=Rf9zSGwge4tEALnv - Cover: Kamui Gakupo https://youtu.be/zvt-u2RvOVw?si=vTgqLOZU_qYkGtx_ 💜💗💜💗💜 Story 💗💜💗💜💗 From the quiet streets of the city to the bright halls of the airport, morning had fully arrived. People moved through the terminal with hurried steps. Suitcases rolled across the polished floor. Voices echoed softly beneath the high ceiling. Luka stood among them, holding the handle of her suitcase. The departure board glowed above the crowd. Rows of destinations flickered on the screen. From Tokyo to cities across the ocean. Her flight number was already there. Boarding soon. She looked at it for a moment. Then lowered her eyes. From the room she had just left behind to this crowded airport hall, the distance felt strangely unreal. Only a few hours earlier, the morning light had filled that quiet room. There had been scattered sheets of music on the floor. A guitar resting against the wall. And memories that still refused to settle. Luka gently tightened her grip on the suitcase handle. Then she began to walk. From the departure hall to the boarding gate, her footsteps were calm. Steady. When her turn came, she handed over her boarding pass. The scanner made a soft sound. A simple signal. From here to the sky. She stepped forward. — From the quiet hallway he had left behind to the familiar building across the city, Gakupo pushed open the door of the recording studio. The corridor inside was dim. Only a few lights were on. Most of the rooms were still empty. He walked slowly toward the studio room at the end. Inside, the equipment waited in silence. Microphone. Headphones. Music stand. The red recording light above the window was still dark. From the sheet music on the stand to the microphone in front of him, everything was prepared. He placed his hand lightly on the stand. The page held the first lines of a new song. The notes were simple. But they carried something that had not existed yesterday. From last night’s final duet to this first solo recording, a quiet shift had taken place. Gakupo put on the headphones. The faint sound of the instrumental track filled his ears. Outside the glass window, the engineer raised a hand. The red light switched on. Recording. He closed his eyes. Then began to sing. — From the runway to the open morning sky, the airplane slowly gathered speed. Engines roared softly as the ground began to fall away. Luka sat by the window. Her suitcase was stored overhead. The city spread beneath the clouds. Buildings shrinking. Roads turning into thin lines. From the place she once called home to the sky stretching endlessly ahead, the journey had begun. She watched silently as the clouds drifted past the window. Somewhere far below, a city continued its morning. And somewhere in that city, a voice was singing.