Sebastian and Sora

          Momma taught me never to cry. Tighten up. Be stone. Emotionless. Still. Reserved. Move with purpose. So I did. I live a rigid existence. A wretched life filled with many sorrows. And a namesake that embodies it all. Sora. No one ever get's it right. The pronunciation of my name isn't up for interpretation. It's pronounced, Sorrow and it's spelled as it is. "It's Sora." "That's what I said." Having grown so used to correcting people when it came to saying my name I just said it without listening to what he had said. Over the music stand I peered up at him staring right at me a slight smirk on his lips then he continued roll call.