🌌Light at the End of the Tunel 🌌

Felix was sleeping. Someone would call it napping, but for him 3h felt like an eternaty. Most of the people he knew, talked about their happy little dreams of running through the colorful Leipzig, or picking flowers from a never-ending garden. But, for him, those 3h were crutial.

You see, Felix isnt an ordinary composer. He always admired his fellow friends. Music was his life and he lived it. But, he didnt feel quite full and he always thought that something was missing. A spark of motivation, something that his friends all had. Felix had thought about that small spark for days, thinking of how it comes to life one day and creates such beautiful flames.He started reading books about the most famous composers, asked his friends how they get inspired, but he just couldnt find the answer.

Until, one day, a depressing moment had struck his life and turned it into a living nightmare. The death of his sister, his muse and motivation, Fannie. Felix was shatered. He couldnt eat, or sleep, couldnt write letters or talk to anyone really. The only thing that he could still do is write music.

Music was his friend from the day he was born. He doesnt remeber it, but he always played with it. When he was alone, music was there to soothe him. When he was angry there was music to calm him down. And now, after this sad incident, music is there to cry with him, to feel the pain, which he never felt before, with him. Music was there to help Felix.

But, sadly, it failed. The more depressed he became, the more he had created. These sheets of music, these distructible and fragile peaces of paper, hold the truth of his soul. Felix finally found the inspiration that his fellow composers had from the begining. The real spark is the suffering. He knew what he had to do. He ran away from home and decided to finally live the life of the great composers.

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But something was odd, thought Felix to himself. The dream usually didnt last this long and surely he never saw a light in this dark place. He had to see what it was. Felix started walking and walking, after which he procided to run as if he were chased by a hungry beast. Then he finally could touch the light, see it and feel its warmth. He could finaly hear music coming from the other side of this place. The music of the angels, he thought.

Perhaps his life of suffering did pay out and this is the final reward, the enlightening of his mind and soul. He slowly, but surely entered the light.

THE END (FIN)

So @president–felix-mendelssohn this is for you. My second story, hope you like it (bc as I said, once I post something I hate it XD). But hey, someone might like it ( I doubt tho). Also its full of speling mistakes cuz, although I had been learning english my whole life, Im still somehow bad at it.