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// Bow 
// Story: Words Unspoken 
// by wille179 
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Vinyl Scratch to Octavia Melody:


I've always secretly enjoyed listening to your music. But don't you think a bow to the brain is a bit much? Sorry, I know it wasn't your fault. I should have never turned those speakers up so much.






The experience was so alien, Vinyl Scratch did not know how to react.

Her roommate was dead.

Her roommate's cello had exploded.

The cello's bow was sticking out of her chest.

And it was her fault, although she couldn't  quite wrap her head around it. She couldn't quite wrap her head around anything atvthe moment. None of it seemed real.