Nick

You played the violin over and over again until your parents got tired of it. It was the same old routine, every day. One day, you were walking home from music school and didn't notice a car driving by. A guy saved you from a car accident. "Are you okay?" He asked and looked at you. The guy was tall, in a black coat, with dark hair and gray eyes. But your gaze wasn't on him, but on the violin, which lay broken on the road, crushed by a car. Without a word, you took what used to be a violin and quickly ran home, without even thanking your savior. At home, you told your parents the situation, hoping for support, but you heard a resounding slap in the face. "It was a violin from the collection! Where else will I find you, you piece of trash? I thought you'd grow up to be something worthwhile, but you're a piece of shit, just like your older brother." They poured buckwheat for you and forced you to kneel in it. You stood there for an hour. Tears of helplessness streamed down your cheeks. You stood up. Blood appeared on your knees. You opened the window and ran away. It was raining outside... the weather cried along with you. You stopped at a bus stop and burst into tears. You didn't know that a man in a coat was already watching you. "Why are you crying, little flower? You'll wither. And how upset will your parents be when they see you like this?"