Prompt: inhibition
Character: Kahoko H.
Rating: G
Fandom: La Corda D'Oro/Kiniro no Corda
Notes: First attempt at prompts from the 15minuteficlets community at LJ. 428 words, 19 minutes.
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Wherever she looked, within her self or within the actual physical world; the world trapped within her, the world she strived to release like petals in the wind, she could see things that she wanted and she could have and what she wanted and couldn't have.
The path to fruition was easy for no one, hard work will get us there in time. That makes you wonder, do you have enough time?
She stared out through the half-closed round window, sitting beside it, cradling her violin, plucking the strings, lost in thought. For so long had she worked so hard and she was sure she hadn't even secured half her dreams yet.
Dreams were so many, so varied, so wishful that sometimes it made her feel as if it was a mistake to even contemplate bringing them to life. Would it be worth it? Shouldn't some dreams remain as such? Or isn't it the virtue of dreams; the urge to turn them to reality? The whole reason behind dreams was to breathe life into them, animate them, give them power, power above and beyond what is imaginable and let them run wild in the world.
She had travelled and she had just started off as Second Chair to the First Violins at the Philharmonic. Her first feeling was relief; relief that she had got it, relief that all those years subsisting on the bare minimum and doubting herself for choosing the path she did was justified. It wasn't more of a justification to her nagging mum as it was to her mind.
Mornings always seemed to clear her mind of all the dark thoughts and self doubt and anxiety that visited her and settle and grow roots in the recesses of her mind. The light so sublime, the wind so fresh – a brand new day, and yet another fresh start.
She looked around her bedroom. Stacks and stacks of scores weighed down by a small statue of the Laughing Buddha that had been a present from her brother for graduation, her bedspread rumpled and more on the floor than on the mattress and the beautiful light streaming in through the stained glass front door just off the room, the one that had cost more than a limb to get done.
These few minutes seemed like bliss. There are no big moments of happiness in our lives, she mused. The ones that are there are few and far between. Small, little, incredible moments of happiness are many and lurking between everyday moments and not-so-good ones. Just breathe and indulge.