"No!" I yelled, tearing through the streets as I saw Yuri fall to the ground as the rain started pouring. I eventually reached her, my hands curling around her hand and getting tangled in that messy mass of hair. "Yuri! Yuri!" I screamed, tear flowing down my face as I leaned over her. I was sobbing, screaming, and soaking by the time Watari, Kaori, Tsubaki, and Kousei caught up.
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december, 2024
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"Katuika, Yuri. Number 313, please come to the stage." Kousei's voice was cracked and tired, all his spirit and life drained from him. We were all like this, so tired and done with everything. Even Tsubaki, who only knew Yuri as Kousei's younger sister. "Katuika, Yuri, come to the stage immediately."
I rose to my feet slowly, my energy drained. I picked up my violin, and wandered onto stage, wearing and exact identical to the suit Yuri wore during her last competition. "Excuse me," one of the other judges said, raising his hand. "Where is Miss Katuika?"
I met his gaze, my eyes glazed with pain.
"She's dead."
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The Musician
SpiritualA violin loving girl, a piano playing prodigy. Losing her musical voice, she spirals. Until she met her inspiration. *This story may be inspired by the anime Your Lie in April, so some of the names may be similar. Please don't kill me.
