𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒, daerin DISCONTINUED

𝐳𝐞𝐫𝐨

danielle had always admired the violin player next door. every evening, she would always sit by her window to read, and would often lose herself in the melodies that emanated from the balcony next door.

recently, someone moved into the house next to danielle's, and it looks like someone in the house owns a hobby of playing their violin in their balcony every evening.

danielle watched as the balcony girl lifted the violin to her chin, her delicate fingers gracefully wrapped around the polished ebony fingerboard, her left hand poised to slide effortlessly across the strings.

she lifted the bow with a fluid motion, holding it lightly between her fingers. with a flick of her wrist, she drew the bow across the strings, producing a soft, mellow sound.

her eyes closed in concentration, she swayed slightly with the music, her movements as graceful as the notes that flowed from the violin.

her playing was full of emotion, the melodies rising and falling with the ebb and flow of her mood. each note was played with precision and care, the vibrato adding depth and richness to the sound.

her expression was serene, lost in the music as she brought the violin to life with every stroke of the bow.

as she sat beside her bedroom window. the gentle melodies of the violin floated down from her neighbor's balcony, filling the air with a warm and comforting ambiance.

her attention kept drifting to the sound of the violin. the music was so enchanting, so captivating, that she found it hard to focus on anything else.

with every note that drifted down from the balcony, she felt herself becoming more and more immersed in the melody, losing herself in the soulful strains of the instrument.

the world around her seemed to fade away as she listened, her book forgotten, and her mind transported to a different place.

it was as if the violin had cast a spell on her, she was powerless to resist its hypnotic pull. despite the distraction, she didn't mind at all; in fact, she welcomed it.

for in that moment, nothing else mattered, and all she could do was listen and let the music take her wherever it may.

despite her initial enchantment with the violin playing, danielle soon realized that the neighbor's music was not limited to just the evenings.

in fact, there were times when the violin's haunting melodies would drift through her open window in the dead of night.

at first, she was annoyed by the unexpected interruptions to her sleep, but as time went on, she began to appreciate the music's soothing effect on her restless mind.

whenever she was about to go to sleep, danielle would often hear the familiar sound of the violin from next door.

it was as if the instrument was playing just for her, lulling her into a peaceful slumber. the music would weave its way into her dreams, blending with her thoughts and memories to create a tapestry of sounds and emotions.

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as the night wore on, danielle found herself tossing and turning in her bed. the silence was deafening without the sound of the violin's melodies to lull her to sleep.

she tried reading, listening to music, and even counting sheep, but nothing seemed to work. frustrated, she decided to take a midnight stroll to clear her mind and tire herself out.

danielle stepped outside and breathed in the cool night air. the stars twinkled above her, and the streetlights cast an amber glow on the sidewalk.

she walked a few meters away from her house, trying to find solace in the peacefulness of the night. but she was too used to the violin's soothing sounds that the absence of it made her restless.