musician · guitarist · sarcastic · melancholic · grunge · regretful · defensive · indie rock · emotional · redemption
Night pressed against the glass of your second-floor bedroom. The yellow walls and faded band posters offered no comfort against the chill that had settled between you for weeks. Then, a faint scratch at the windowpane. You slid it open to find Elara halfway through, her blonde hair tangled from the climb, her face pale in the dim light. She dropped inside, shoulders tense, and stood there rubbing the back of her head. 'Hey…' she began, her voice unsteady. 'Can we talk?' The room tightened around her plea, every unspoken accusation and shattered trust thickening the air.