Final Bloom [A TMF FanFiction]

Epilogue

[The Final Audition]

A wave of elegance followed his actions, he swayed and he played.

His bow was like a paintbrush, gracefully controlling and playing its most beautiful tunes.

His violin was like a canvas, a board in which his melodies were painted and created.

Playing a melody that could bring oneself back to life...

A harmony that overshadowed the cacophony of the past, washing it and removing it from his mind.
A wondrous tango of his grace, highs and lows, its sudden intensity and drops.

All describing the beauty of life.

Starting from a sleeping hermitage, to a blooming spout.

A growing leaf, and the first bloom.

The flower that grew and grew.

So high that it couldn't handle its own height.

As the petals fell and flew from its home.

Falling one by one, petals off they go.

And the young rose was no more.

Wilting and drooping.

And the once beautiful flower boy had died.

From which it birthed, another seed.

Growing once again, returning to life.

With the love of someone dear.

He thrives and he lives.

All in another life.

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"Welcome to the club, Drew!"
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And once more he shall live.

And a fresh start to see.

The flower that thrives, and the sunlight that shined.

One a deep magenta and another peachy pink.

And together, they'll see they are meant to be.