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More Treble Than It's Worth

((OOC: Just a foreword before the actual prompt. Umm, this is a vent prompt based off my feelings last week and the week before and I wanted to try them out with Rose and this AU. So, on that note, don’t read/reply if you’re triggered at all by depression, heavy stress, lack of eating/sleep for various reasons, and other forms of emotional stress. I don’t want to upset anyone, and for future reference all things i think are triggering will be tagged! so.. yeah))

Rose usually came off as quite the quiet, friendly, sweet, creative, and kind girl who managed amazing grades and had very little friends within the school. As quiet as she could be though, she always had something going on, whether it be writing for pleasure or the paper, playing music or composing a piece, or even more mundane tasks. She also seemed very friendly despite the little she talked, and that’s because she was. Her outer shell was much harder to crack than one would think.

Lately however… Rose had been acting different. She was never focused in class and barely seen around campus. The hauntingly sweet sounds of her Violin hadn’t been heard in days and if it was it sounded almost torturous. Her grades had begun slipping in the past week or so, and everywhere she went she seemed to produce this dark aura, and it wasn’t just because of her dark makeup and accessories. No, something about Rose seemed off and dark, even to a stranger who only knew her from class.

The truth was, she was done, in simplest terms. Stress began cracking her first, digging under her skin with her constant need to be doing something until her schedule was so busy she rarely slept or ate in attempts to get everything done. That was the next thing to chip away at her walls - energy. With how little she ate and how much less she slept, she’d been using so much makeup to cover up the bags under her eyes that she was running out of ways to cover it since she ran out, as well as her even thinner than before frame. What followed after was a slow spiral downwards as her energy led to apathy, which led to complete silence in class, and even the odd snappish or rude reply to something as tiny as walking too slow in the halls. She began to give up on homework and even lost almost all her creative flow and had minimal desire to write, sing, or play music. It was just all gone… All she seemed to do now was lie in bed, her door closed and her headphones in quite loud.

Except today. Today she attempted the outdoors, sitting by the lake and watching leaves float down to it’s surface in the cool breeze. She had a large pink scarf wrapped around her neck, headphones in on full blast as her dark sweater was zipped up tight and her hands were kept in it’s pockets. It was almost peaceful out here, only the sound of her mindless rock music blasting in her ears and the oranges and golden-yellows of fall surrounding her. In fact, she was so lost in almost feeling something she didn’t notice the person walking up behind her until they tapped her shoulder and she immediately began glaring at them for bothering her.

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“Oh sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you.” The young gentleman said in apology. Claude Dieter, the foreign student from Trier, Germany. He thought he had recognized the girl sitting by the lake. He couldn’t really remember her name–it was some kind of flower–and he thought that he would come over and say hello.

To start off on why he was even outside: Claude was taking a break from all his classwork and adjusting to the new school and environment around him. He had decided to walk around the outdoors of the campus, seeing if there was anything cool or interesting that lied within the outside world on campus ground. Maybe a cave? A walk path? Who knows.

Claude took a seat next to the girl, whom he had found sitting alone here in the outside world. “We same class together; music.” He says. “I thought that I had recognized you from afar. My name ist Claude.”