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DIVERGENT.

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟭,, 𝗱𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗴𝗲𝗻𝘁

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𝗢𝗡 𝗬𝗘𝗧 𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗔𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗗𝗔𝗬,,

Your eyes closed as you swayed, your other arm positioned as it slid the bow along the violin, playing out a tune that could only be described as a tune of sadness, death, loneliness, fury. Not a single moment of your piece highlighted a positive emotion. 

Music was a strange thing. the violin played and spelled out your feelings, desires and secrets more clearly than you could ever by speech, and better than you could ever do. Anyone looking or trying to listen would be able to point out the various parts of your piece that showcased your different emotions. 

Anger. Crescendo. 

Sorrow. Soft vibrato. 

Weakening. Decrescendo.

Glissando. Marcato. Staccato. Legato.

You stood alone in a park, the silence deafening, even with your instrument. People never lingered in this corner of the park, which was exactly why you always ventured to play your music. No one would spare you a second glance, much less a first.

Here, you could enter a whole new world of your own, without people to inquire about your pieces. Naturally, your music was all impromptu, played and made upon the spot you stood or sat. You simply played whatever tune your emotions and heart desired and led you to. 

And so, hours would pass where you sat alone upon a bench or stood below a tree, your hair and clothes swayed with you and the wind as you played. The sky, the wind, the ground, the music and you were one. There was no one around but you and your instrument, and you played that very same way.

You stayed at your little corner in the park, remaining there from dawn to dusk, from afternoon til night. And no one disturbed you, aside from today. 

"Mind if i join?"

Sorrow invaded your corner.

Sorrow so great, that it overpowered your music, your emotions, and felt like it was suffocating you. You didn't know the source of such sadness. 

It washed over you like a great wave, consuming all in its path, unrelenting. 

Because of this, you paused your music, paused your requiem of silence. Tilting your head towards the sound of the voice, expanding your cursed technique to allow you to see, despite how broken your eyes are.

What your cursed energy found surprised you.

There was a man, a very tall man clad in long pants and sleeves, hands in pockets, standing before you. He had a blindfold over his eyes. He was smiling, a seemingly genuine smile, if you didn't know better.

But you did know better. You had seen more than any other being had ever. 

Your eyebrows furrowed before you allowed your cursed energy to dig deeper.

What you found underneath surprised you. His soul was cracked, filled with sadness, yet there was that corner of happiness. You assumed that was what allowed him to smile, despite hoarding the giant pile of sadness he had. 

You finally opened your mouth to reply to his question, and despite the fact that he was a complete stranger, you were more than happy to let him sit. 

"Depends who's asking," you answered, only half teasing. Letting your lips curl into a smirk, you let your sightless pupils rest upon him as you awaited his response. 

He mirrored your smirk, shifting his feet. "Gojo Satoru," he responded, and you pressed your lips into a thin line before you shifted you and your instruments over, patting a spot beside you, indicating for him to sit. "Pleased to meet your acquaintance."

But where had you heard that name before?

Why did it sound familiar? 

Ignoring your mental dilemma for now, you allowed him to sit beside you. The two of you were plunged into silence.

It wasn't uncomfortable silence, no, it was rather comfortable and serene. 

You stayed like that for a while, before Gojo spoke.

"So, what made you probe into my mind earlier? What were you seeking for?"

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