Liberi.
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Ukelele in hand, Trowa simply walked down the sunny, lively, romanian street.
Every step he took felt right and, when he found a nice, comfortable spot under the soothing shadows of an old tree in front of an aged and beautiful statue, he sat down and drank some water. With his loyal and big backpack on the floor, he spent some minutes just breathing, feeling the moment: every vibe and pull the city created within him felt like the best sensation he'd had in years.
He took a small notebook and pen from one of his endless pockets and fished for some inspiration in his finished works. After some minutes he put it away and leaned on the trunk of the tree behind him.
Hands on the ukulele, fingers playing with each string, he created the melody of that moment: of his peaceful happiness and unworried state of mind.
Finally, after so many years, he was living in the present.
To hell the war, battles and memories of the past, for he'd just found his place in the universe.
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A/N
Trowa's finally living...
Go listen to this song and feel the romanian magic :)
Voltaj- De la capat. (search it on youtube)
Oh! And if you want to read some Trowa character-development story, check out Witchfingers' amazing story: Journey.