gladecaspian
- Reads 3,624
- Votes 165
- Parts 39
Aria rubbed at the callouses on her small hands.  Even though she held her violin, her most prized possession in her hands, they always felt empty.  She glanced across the room at the boy holding his cello, blinking away fatigue from the long rehearsal hours.  However, the fatigue of love was even more tiresome.  All Aria had wanted was to live a happy, simple life.   Who knew the boy across the room would play her heartstrings?