Nov 14, 2024
I've been meaning to make an alnst oc so here she is! :)
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I've been meaning to make an alnst oc so here she is! :)
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I'm sorry.
I can't help it. It's so cold here. I don't know what to do anymore. I'm shivering. My body aches for some sort of warmth, some sort of reason to keep moving on. I can't find that reason, no matter how desperately I try. They keep me here. I don't like it. Not one bit. It's so, so cold. I barely see anyone. No one acknowledges me. It's like I'm the sad, lonely viola that nobody wants to take home, in fear of it breaking within their grasp. I'm not that fragile. I have feelings. Sure, they might not be fine-tuned the way people want them to be, but I have them. It's still so cold. The air is pushing itself onto my skin with invisible hands. It won't go away. There's no warmth for me anymore, not like there use to be. I picked up the viola to keep my hands from freezing. Maybe that's why I was given the name. I don't like my name; everyone just mocks it. Named after an instrument often mistaken for the violin. It's not the same, no matter how many people try to say otherwise. It's cold. I'm cold. I'm sorry. Please don't go.