by MillietheWarrior » 07/12/2012 12:10 AM
For a moment, all Rafael could do was stand there, dumbfounded, as he gazed down at the strange girl who had, more often than not and much to his chagrin, been plaguing his thoughts. Her violin lay beside her, and beside that, lay her bow.
Which was broken.
In two.
Rafael silently willed himself to move, to help her, to do something, damn it, because standing there like and idiot wasn’t going to solve any of his problems. When he finally managed to convince himself to function again, he swiftly bent down and lifted her broken bow into his hands. The tender, delicate wood snapped even further, nearly disintegrating into a pile of splinters and string as he held it out in his palm.
I love adventurous tales like that. That uplifting feeling that comes from seeing unknown lands and the knowledge that you came across—nothing can replace it! It opens a path from which self-confidence, experience, and important friendships—from the sharing of life or death situations—are born! But hearing it just isn’t the same. I want to create my own magnificent story!
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