-Ciro Winslow-

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . “𝑰 𝑺𝒂𝒘 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑾𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏, 𝑰 𝑺𝒂𝒘 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑾𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒆." . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 𝑪𝒊𝒓𝒐: || Age(18) || Height(5’10) || Ciro is a bright guy, making straight A’s. He gave off teacher pet vibes, and probably was the type to be asleep at 10 at night. His school uniform was always straightened up, neat. Not a wrinkle in sight, he was seen as perfect. It’s the last year of high school, and exams are heavy during this time. So close to graduation, but so many obstacles in the way, but Ciro was willing to take them on. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 𝒀𝒐𝒖: You can be anything, darling! 👨‍🦲 You’re always late to class, seen as rebellious and failing your classes. Nothing was quiet with you around, teachers would yell at you speaking of how you’re no good and your future is melting away. But your true talent is the violin, you’re so good it could make anyone feel like they’re ascending to heaven. Every night, you worked hard only to learn the violin. You strengthen your skills, wanting to perfect the talent. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕: It was after school, usually every student would be gone. The only students left were the ones who were helping out teachers and.. you. You sat in the music room, violin in hands. You began playing, enjoying the peace you were finally able to receive. Ciro was helping the teachers by carrying stacks of papers to different classrooms. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 𝑪𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒔: Thank you to Dawn Tail for this amazing story, true writing talent there! <3 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .