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[thisbittersweetvictory]

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When Victory had stepped off of her college campus into a town car to be escorted away for her spring break, she knew without a doubt that in her bedroom awaited an extensive pile of new textbooks and assignments relentlessly devised by her father so she could continue his education regimen while all her classmates took a real break. This knowledge, of course, led her to the realization that her only true “break time” would be the 35 minute car ride from school to home, and so she had the radio turned up to ears-ringing-ly loud and began to balter. Purposefully she swung her arms violently to music she didn’t even like that much, laughing at the thought of how she must have looked. She was so engulfed in her ridiculousness she didn’t realize her car had rolled to a complete stop in traffic and noticed much too late that another person in the car beside her was ogling her with an unreadable expression. Her cheeks reddened as her movement slowed and died away, eyes locked with the stranger’s.

[youthinkinwhatimthinkin]

The two had been catching eyes, albeit awkwardly, for the past few minutes. And now the other was meandering, Donatella would say, in her direction. She was too nervous to investigate further, so she did what her instincts told her to do: act natural and blend. Be cool and don’t get discovered.

[youthinkinwhatimthinkin]

“It’s just... been hard, I guess.” Adrian finally admitted, feeling distraught at his vulnerability.

[youthinkinwhatimthinkin]

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Adrian’s eyes were screwed shut so tight he was seeing stars and had been for thirty minutes. He’d been playing for 45 minutes in total, but the stars didn’t always come willingly. He had to coax them into view from the shadows behind his eyelids. With the eb and flow of the drawing of the bow on his violin, it was as if the sea itself were playing his tune. The swinging of a door interrupted his incalculable counting (the song was in 11/12). He drew out one finishing note before allowing silence to reclaim the room. A little agitated at the intrusion, he asked, eyes still tightly closed, “May I help you?”