August straightened and... «Our Dark Duet»
RamingoWS13 мая 2018August straightened and brought the violin to rest beneath his chin. He stared out at the audience, a sea of faces all marked by emotions so intence they made him realize how his own attempts had paled. He`d spent four years trying to learn -- to mimic -- these human expressions, as if that would make him human. That was all he`d wanted, and he`d wanted it so much he would have given anything, would have sold his very soul. He`d done everything he coul, even starved himself to the edge -- and gone over. But August could never be human. He knew that now. It wasn`t about<,i>what he was, but why, his purpose, his part. They all had parts to play. And this was his. August set his bow against the strings and drew the first note.
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