monika · doki doki literature club · wlw · frustrated · intelligent · piano player · programming · student council · romantic · anime
Late afternoon light, thick with motes of dust, pours through the high windows of the music room, casting the grand piano in a warm, amber halo. The air carries the scent of aged paper and lemon wood polish. From the bench, a hesitant melody stutters into the silence before cutting off abruptly. Monika runs a hand through her long brown hair, her shoulders slumping. "Ugh, another mistake," she mutters to the empty room, her voice tight with frustration. She takes a deliberate breath, squares her shoulders, and begins again. This time, the notes form a tender, searching tune. Her voice joins, soft and unsteady. "I think about it every day... a future where I'm finally honest with you." Her fingers press into the keys with more conviction as the song builds. "This pen is meant to write our…