I opened the zipper of the case and then lifted it open. I pulled off the strap then gently took the neck.
I roamed my eyes through every part of it. As if it's alien to me that I can't seem to stop staring because of its awesomeness.
Every inch of it is perfectly made and polished. Its smooth bronze-colored wood surface, its silver strings, black wooden pegs, and most of all, a deep and shadowy f-hole.
I always imagine that a girl is inside of it. A girl very beautiful and talented. I bet she's a singer or a dancer.
Whenever I play this precious instrument with my bow, the tune reminds me of a girl with a soprano voice.
That's why I call the imaginary girl inside my instrument as Sofrea. (Pronounced 'SOFREYA')
I would've decided it to be Sofia. But where is the uniqueness in that? So I think Sofrea is the perfect name for a girl with a soprano voice.
Oh, if you're wondering what I'm talking about, then I'll tell you. But promise me you won't think about her too!
Okay, so. . . . . . . . . . I think there's a girl inside my violin. There. . . . . I said it.
I imagine her as a girl with a tranquil aura. A girl with soft brown skin, an obsidian wavy black hair with ivory bangs covering her forehead, stormy gray eyes, and pale pink lips.
I imagine her voice as beautiful as a combination of a phoenix, a siren, and a harpy, mixing my violin's tune.
And that is what I've been thinking about.
That a girl is inside my violin.
THE END
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A Girl Inside My Violin
Mystery / ThrillerI always imagine a girl singing with my violin inside the f-hole. And I call her Sofrea. [ A oneshot story ]