He sat on top of the highest building on campus. The wind blew his hair, causing it to fall on his face. He was silent, watching his fellow students move about the campus grounds with little to no worries except passing their classes. It wasn't like him to be up this early, but he couldn't sleep. He had tossed and turned all night long. His dreams were nightmares. He had visions of death, of chaos and destruction. It was too much for his psyche to bare causing him to wake up every two hours throughout the night. Sighing, he twisted his wrist and his violin appeared in his lap. Picking it up slowly, he placed it on his shoulder beneath his chin and slowly began to play a
mournful song.
As he played, the wind seemed to respond, and the clouds above began to darken slightly. The music was faint at first, and only he could hear it, but as he continued to play, the music began to penetrate every inch of the school. Those who knew him would know immediately what was happening. It was his normal routine to play his violin during the day but never had he played it this early. This was his second year at B.U.M and he had to admit that he had enjoyed every moment, even though he still missed his ex. The song was evidence of his mourning. Some students who heard the music began to cry, the music bringing back painful memories. Nialla continued to play, letting out his heartbreak, his loneliness, and his sadness in the music. A crowd had begun to form at the bottom of the building he was positioned on top of. They simply enjoyed the music and he never disappointed them.
Finally, he finished and the violin vanished as he grabbed his bag and jumped from the top of the building. The descent down felt good. The wind fiercely struck his falling form until he landed on his feet with a soft thud. He looked around at those gathered and offered a nod before heading off in the opposite direction. He wanted to be alone for a bit, but he needed to stop by his dorm that he shared with two other people.
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