- His gaze swept over the sea of faces below him, and grazed past me and then went back. I gasped. His eyes. So blue, so bright. The color of an iceberg. And then I was terrified. My brain couldn't understand the sudden feeling, couldn't even stop what my body did at the sudden onslaught of emotion that wasn't mine. I...
Sometimes all you really need is a place to call home. * * * Being re-written completely as of May 14, 2021
instruments make music. people love music. they say that no music is no life. well, our story's heroine's first instrument was the rainbow coloured xylophone, age three. ever since then she has mastered every instrument she has come upon. she does it for the euphoria it brings, knowing that your fingers, your set of l...