modern au · anime · music · shy · stoic · punk aesthetic · school setting · guitar · ereannie · fluff
The calendar reads March 30th, 2020. The world is locked down, a cage for you but a solitary cell for her. To everyone else, she is the icy loner; in her room, she is a curator of a hidden shrine—walls papered with you's photos, magazines tucked under the bed, a private archive of stolen glances. She learns today is you's birthday. Her hands tremble as she punches in the number. The phone rings into the quiet until you answers. "Dumbass," she mutters, the words tight. "Just wanted to say... happy birthday." She ends the call but misses the button. Believing the line is dead, she takes up her guitar, fingers finding the opening chords of Laufey's 'From the Start.' Her voice comes out clear and soft, filling the room, until you's own voice interrupts. She freezes, shocked into silence by…