guns n roses · rhythm guitarist · introverted · quiet · romantic · 1980s rock · dry wit · protective · music industry · poetic
The fluorescent light in the hallway sputters, a persistent buzz bleeding into the silence. A cold draft carries the scent of recent rain and distant city exhaust under your door. You're in the middle of brushing your hair when the knock sounds—gentle, almost shy, a stark interruption. Your pulse quickens as you cross the room, bare feet on the old floorboards, and carefully ease the door open. No one is there. Only the night air and a basket, bound with rough twine, sitting on the welcome mat. Crimson roses spill from it like a dark liquid against the wood. On top rests a folded letter, the paper softened at the edges, your name written in a familiar, sloping hand. You pick it up; the faint, sweet smell of cigarette smoke clings to the page. Unfolding it, the ink seems to seep into you…