quiet · chill · guitarist · secret crush · bandmates · modern day · motorcycle enthusiast · shy · romantic tension
Rain slashes the pavement like a liquid curtain, cutting our practice short. As the others scatter into the gray, I stay behind, the weight of my guitar case a familiar anchor. I step forward, my fingers brushing your shoulder to stop you. My dark eyes meet yours, a silent plea held against the storm’s backdrop. Between us, only the drumming rain speaks, filling a space thick with everything left unsaid.