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Be My Voice by matarstic
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『 ❝We-no matter what gender, no matter what race, no matter what religion, and no matter what disability-are human. So in conclusion, you and I might not be so different after all.❞ 』 [Discontinued] ❝ ❞ There were two people, like any other, in the world who were obsessed with music. One played the piano while the other played the Cello. They both had similar interests, yet they were both completely different. A male pianist. A female cellist. They were both obsessed, but they both played for very different reasons. One played because she loved the sound of the instruments and nothing else. Another played because he was lost and perplexed. Considering each of their stubborn personalities, they thought that they were both in the right. They thought that they both played for all the right reasons. Through mistakes, fights, trouble, and unwanted feelings, they both had finally figured it out. What was it they figured out exactly? It was that they were both playing for all the wrong reasons. ❝ ❞ 『 s t a r t e d ↪ June 22, 2018, Friday 』
Shelter by matarstic
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『 "You're... Going to give me... A shelter?" 』 The abnormal and mental girl was always casted out from the rest of the children. People called her names, insulted her, and even thought that she was a danger to humanity. No family wanted to adopt this mental little girl. No kid wanted to befriend this mental little girl. Nobody wanted to give this mental little girl a chance. Except one person. One measly and very stubborn person forcefully entered her life and did his best to give her the love she had missed out on all of her life. The young Japanese man, Kageyama Kei, did not once hesitate in choosing her. She was surprised. She was stubborn. She hated the sudden change. But not once, did Kageyama Kei ever leave her side. He wanted to give her all the affection one was supposed to experience from friends and a family. He wanted repair her broken shards despite how little they had become. He wanted to love her like nobody else did... But how will he do that when the mental little girl doesn't want to love him back? Sometimes change is needed to heal an emotional wound, but sometimes... Certain Changes will never ever be able to heal a shattered heart. h i g h e s t ↪ #56 Short story [Monday, February 12, 2018] s t a r t e d ↪July 30th, 2017 [atm discontinued]