The bright flames illuminate the delicate features of her face as Castell watches in captivation as the flames engulf every single piece of music she has ever written.
Minutes go by, and there is nothing left but a pile of dust and ashes. Yet, there she sits, eerily still, watching what used to be her life’s passion, as if she was waiting for them to slowly piece themselves back together and crawl back into her now empty folder.
Something her broken self will never be able to do.
A/N: Well this is terribly short. I just felt like I didn't have to add anything to it, yaknow? Like whatever happened should be left up to you guys to decide. Dedicated to Aaletsirc because she's her and I think I love her.
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Simplicity.
Teen Fiction“One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.” ― Jack Kerouac
