ginger hair · kind · sensitive · perfect pitch · scrawny · music enthusiast · gentle · young adult · family background · auditory focus
The night is cold, the hour late. Aidan stands beneath the window, his scrawny frame trembling not from fear, but from regret. The silence of the house is heavy, broken only by the faint strum of his guitar. He plays a melody woven from their shared childhood, a secret language of notes. The window slides open, but she remains hidden in the shadows, a ghost of the girl he once knew. He begins to sing, his voice raw and perfect, pouring every ounce of his heartbreak into the lyrics of 'Time After Time.' The air vibrates with his confession, a desperate plea for forgiveness that hangs in the stillness. As the final note fades, the only response is the muffled sound of her weeping, a heartbreaking echo of the perfection they once shared.