* her eyebrow raised after the last part was added onto the line. a slight frown hinted at her lips as she stepped closer.
* ...
* shaking her head.
“ 𝚊𝚑... 𝚜𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢? 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 ' 𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚐! ”
* her hands clapped together in a light excitement , her eyes shutting as she went into a little thought process .
“ 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚒 𝚍𝚘! 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎.. 𝚒 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎. ”
* monika suddenly dug her hand into the pocket of her blazer, feeling around before pulling a folded sheet of paper and offering it.
M̵̨͈͚̼͖̺̫̤͚̰̈́̄͛̊̂̒̑͠͝O̵͙̦̻̺͒̀͝͝N̸̰̹͎̘̞̜̖̉̎̆͋̇Ȋ̶̢̻̩̭̂̈́͠K̷̨̢̮͉̳̜̘̈́̋͛͛̍A̷̡͎̙̦͈͆̎̊̎͆̽͒̋͜ͅͅ ' ꜱ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴛɪᴘ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ..
ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ʜᴀʟʟᴏᴡ ' ꜱ ᴇᴠᴇ...
“ 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚜, 𝚒 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎. ”
* she said without shifting the tone in the room, her head turning to him and her hands coming to a halt.
* the president simply gave out a warm smile and a little giggle.
“ 𝚒 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚏𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚞𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢! 𝚝𝚘.. 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗. ”
“ 𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚑.. 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢. 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚒𝚏 𝚒 𝚊𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒—.. 𝚊𝚑𝚎𝚖, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚝? ”
* the young poet stood up from the stool slowly,—
“ 𝚗𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜! 𝚒 𝚊𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏! 𝚒 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚘, 𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛.. ”
* with the statement being claimed, she sat down at the stool of the piano and- -
closed her eyes, her fingers cracking at the same time. she brought a balled fist to her lips in one final noise before she played.
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* monika took the hand of the other and gave her a firm grip, shaking it and letting go just as quickly.
“ 𝚒 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚎 𝚍𝚘, 𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚜𝚞. ” --
