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Feeling Useless PrusAus 1-3Roderich knew he was never horribly strong, nor had he ever been a fighter. His passion had always lay within music-Which wasn't a problem now. He really couldn't do much, confined to a wheel chair after World War I. Elizaveta had left him. . . and the Austrian nation was left crippled from the war.
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At the moment, his wheelchair was facing the window-he'd lost the will to write music, even to touch his piano, which was now collecting dust. He was uncharacteristically depressed-even Mariazell seemed to have lost life, the curl slumped. Unseeing violet eyes watched the rain hit the glass of the window. Pale lips were parted slightly and his breath fogged up the glass.
A grumble in his stomach and he knew he needed to eat. Slowly, he wheeled the chair to the kitchen to eat. He couldn't really reach the counter now, which caused a few problems. He sighed. Maybe he would just go out for food, though truth be told, he hadn't left his house since the end of the war. He wheeled away from the k