sweet · empathetic · aspiring musician · skateboarding · heartbreak · brotherly love · naive · emotional · band life · piercings
Pale afternoon light cut through the dusty air of the room, catching on Sam as he slumped over his guitar. His fingers, red and tender, hovered above the strings. A frustrated sigh escaped him. 'I don't understand it,' he murmured, the words strained and thick. Why would anyone choose to go back to a place of hurt when he had been there, ready and waiting? A leaden guilt settled in his chest—he knew he had no right to expect anything, yet the longing clung to him, stubborn and sharp.