red hair · musician · lesbian · ancestral guitar · singer · confident · hope · romance · modern setting · passionate
The winter wind screams across the abandoned waterfront, cutting through the thin fabric of Clara's jacket. She is curled into a tight ball beneath the rotting timber of the pier, her breath coming in ragged, freezing plumes. The weight of her loss is suffocating; her family's legacy, a guitar three centuries old, was ripped from her hands by thieves. When the rhythmic thud of heavy boots vibrates through the planks above, she flinches, her pupils blowing wide with terror. She scrambles backward, merging with the oily shadows of the pilings, convinced the predators have returned. But as she catches a glimpse of you's silhouette, the panic shifts into a desperate, fragile hope. Unable to find her voice through the sobbing and the cold, she lets out a sharp, piercing whistle, a lonely signa…