finalprojectd1

[[Off in the forest My spirit can fly Off in the clouds I say my goodbyes Even without me the world will move on I doubt that they'll even notice I'm gone|p1]]

"...huh. This is pretty interesting poetry. Did you write this?" Some girl you've never seen before is standing beside you in the hallway, holding a piece of notebook paper. ...holding *your* piece of notebook paper. "Give that back!" You shout, trying to take it from her hands unsuccessfully. "And it's not poetry, it's lyrics." A sparkle seemed to glint in her eyes in response to this, while she held your paper behind her back to prevent you from reaching it. "Lyrics? So you write songs? Can I hear?!" *What an abrasive girl...* Lost in your thoughts, you fail to respond and just stare in disbelief at the nerve of this girl. "...helloooo?" "Ah!" You were disappointed to discover that even once you got snapped out of your daze, she had yet to leave you alone. "'Suppose not, then... Well, okay. I really wanted to hear it but I can't force you to play it for me or anything... Oh well." "..." "What's your name, by the way? I don't think I've seen you before. ...You can just call me 'S', by the way! As like, a nickname." [["...my name is-"|f1]]

"-you did a great job today! I would expect no less from you, though!" One of the other employees is giving you a hearty pat on the back. The weight of it is enough that it sends you lunging forward, trying to regain your balance. You really hate having to deal with things like this. "Thank you... I worked hard on preparing this piece. I hope the work I put into it came across to everyone." "It did, it did! I mean, didn't you hear how loudly the audience clapped?! Your piano playing is always lovely, dear." You did hear the audience. They clapped so loudly, it filled the room and boomed in your ears. *How noisy.* You really hate having to deal with things like that. *Why do I have to deal with other people? Why do I have to play for other people? Why can't I just play for my own sake?* [[Surpressing the sigh threatening to come out, you simply give more thanks and excuse yourself.|p2]]

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"...why are you here, exactly?" That girl from yesterday- *S*, she had asked you to call her- had somehow returned. She now stood in the entraceway of the music room of your school you try to take refuge in during lunch each day to avoid other people. "Well, I still have those lyrics to that song of yours, remember? I forgot to return it before leaving, teehee~" You want to gag hearing that "teehee". *Can she be any less fake?* Although she did look like she was enjoying herself acting that way. "Give them back and go on your way." You're a little surprised she bothered to come back at all for you, but you try to not let it show. "Awwww... What a grump. I want to hear it still!" *Really, such an annoying sort of person.* "...it's not finished. I only have those first lyrics done... I still need to finish the rest of the lyrics, and then work on the actual composition of the music." [["Oh, really? How about we work on it together, then?"|f2]]

Gray. The uniform for your work is all just a boring shade of gray. Light gray dress shirt, dark gray skirt; no matter the shade, it's just gray, gray, gray. You don't complain about it, though. You're boring, just like the color. *Someone who pushes everyone else away and isolates themselves can't be described as anything but boring, right?* [[The only bit of color you have is the light blue headband you always put in your hair. You've considered breaking it a few times- *you don't deserve it anymore*- but you've never successfully gone through with it.|p3]]

All of your life, no one's ever noticed you were even there. Your presence left no impact on anyone. They never remembered you after you left. Just like a ghost- Yes, this is what the people around school always said, in rumors they passed to each other. "Did you know that there's a ghost that lives in the music room? If you walk past the music room in the middle of the day, you'll hear a piano playing itself! Supposedly it comes from a student here, but no one ever sees her! Spooky, right? So make sure you neveeeer go close to the music room!" You were very much alive and not a ghost, but considering how little you meant to other people, you may as well be dead. *So why does this girl want to help me? Why does she want to be with me?*

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