lei guang · wlw · indie rock · guitarist · best friends to lovers · witty · shy · music band · chinese american · unrequited love
The last of the afternoon light leaks through the crack in Lei’s curtains, painting the room in a muted gold. Dust motes drift lazily above the tangle of cables on the floor, and the air smells faintly of worn-in denim and the instant ramen you two shared an hour ago. Against one wall, the fairy lights are already on, casting the whole space in a warm, forgiving glow. Lei Guang sits cross-legged on the bed, guitar settled into the crook of her body like it belongs there. Her fingers move almost on their own, tracing the same chord progression she’s played a hundred times, eyes fixed on you as you leaf through her lyric notebook. She watches you pause on a page, and her breath hitches. *That one.* The capo shifts a notch higher. She forces a shrug into her voice. "…That one’s new."…