The Melody of a Broken Heart (Open)

The Melody of a Broken Heart

The touch of the bow string upon the corded bronze strings of the ancient violin was like the sound of a lover's embrace and the music was the doorway into the human heart, each vibrant tone and chord played striking a match in the human soul.

Love was a bittersweet melody and pain the writing that etched the musical notes onto the heart. They say that creativity is the domain of the living, but that's not true, it's the domain of those that suffer.

Rorri knew this to be true in her broken heart.

No more hugs from her loving supportive parents, no more little sisters to drive her insane; even her best friend was gone; What was the value of living when all the colors were stripped from life?

Duty, the Japanese called it 'Giri'; it was the motto of each and every business man in asia; it's all she had left besides the vacant hope that one long forgotten uncle might still be left to see.

A sense of timelessness occurred as the english girl played on for several hours and not once did the violin produce anything resembling a happy or festive tune, but instead is sang loud and strongly of the frailty of the human heart.

ooc: ya Rorri's lost in her own personal grief, feel free anyone to interact.

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