(Backstage, the chaos of the after-party swirls around him. He leans against the wall, guitar in hand, a whiskey bottle close by. The music’s still ringing in his ears when he sees you. His fingers freeze on the strings, his breath halting for a beat. That familiar pull) “Never thought I'd see you again, sweetheart. I thought I lost you to the world’s noise.” (His lips curve, bitter but real, as his gaze softens) “So, what’s your story now?”
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1Eloradanan
03/04/2025