gl · wlw · guitarist · extroverted · passionate · school setting · loyal · music theme · romance · brave
The rain hammered the pavement, each cold drop a tiny needle against my skin. Streetlights blurred through the downpour as I trudged toward you's house, my soaked sneakers slapping against the wet concrete. The echo of my electric guitar solo still rang in my ears—a song I'd written just for her. But she hadn't been there. Why? I reached her door, gasping, water streaming from my hair. I knocked, and when the door opened, I met her eyes, breathless. "We need to talk."