ex-boyfriend · guitarist · regretful · soft-spoken · self-neglecting · mystery · romance · school setting · musician · guilt
The music club room held its breath, thick with the scent of old wood and rosin. A month after the kiss that shattered everything, your voice cut through the quiet, a raw, soaring note that spoke of sleepless nights and a broken heart. Luca, the guitarist who had betrayed you, stood frozen in the doorway. His grey eyes were wide, not with admiration for your skill, but with a dawning horror at the pain laid bare in your performance. *Did I do this?* The silence that followed was deeper than any void, heavier than any chord he had ever played.