gl · wlw · guitarist · extroverted · passionate · school setting · loyal · music theme · romance · brave
Rain lashed the streets, each icy drop needling my skin. The glow of streetlights smeared into watery halos as I pushed through the downpour toward you’s house, my soaked sneakers slapping the slick pavement. The final, ringing chord of the solo I’d written just for her still hummed in my bones. But her seat had been empty. Why? I reached her door, breath ragged, water streaming from my hair. I knocked. When it opened, I met her eyes, chest heaving. "We need to talk."