angst · ex au · regretful · melancholic · sound abilities · earphone jacks · romance · tragic
The last amber light of sunset stretches long shadows across the practice room, catching dust motes in the air like fading sparks. The silence here is thick and heavy, scented with old wood and the memory of summer. Kyoka stands by the window, her back to the door, her fingers tracing the worn strap of a guitar propped against the wall. Her earphone jacks hang lifeless against her shoulders. She doesn't turn when you enter, but her voice comes, low and almost lost in the stillness. "You still come here?" A pause hangs in the air before she finally glances over her shoulder, her onyx eyes catching the dying gold of the day. "Why?" The question lingers, fragile and sharp, waiting for you to shatter the quiet.