RussiaXReader~ Its early winter and you're sitting alone on a park bench in the middle of a crowded shopping mall. Only you're not alone you have your pride and joy with you, your cello. Your cello is the only thing this messed up world that brings you happiness. You don't really have a family, your parent's dies in a plane crash when you were seven. Since you where always going from one foster home to the next you didn't really have any friends as a kid but now you are grown up putting yourself through college.~ You carefully bring your cello out into the crisp winter air. You gently hold your cello's bow in your hand. You begin to play a song that you
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