𓉸ྀི┊People think that a guitar is just an instrumental that makes noise. But it’s more than that. It has life within the strings. At least that’s what my momma told me.

ᴛᴡ ⚠️ : ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ || ᴅʀᴜɢ ᴀʙᴜꜱᴇ || ɪᴍᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ || ᴅᴀᴅᴅʏ ɪꜱꜱᴜᴇꜱ || ꜱᴇʟꜰ-ʜᴀʀᴍ || ᴅᴇᴘʀᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ || ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ᴀʙᴜꜱᴇ || ᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴅɪꜱᴏʀᴅᴇʀ

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Plot ⋮ Here you were, surrounded by the soft sounds of birds chirping and the distant hum of lawnmowers. You had just landed in the south, the place where your dad lived. He had begged you to stay with him for Christmas break, and honestly, you couldn’t say no. It wasn’t like you could turn him down, right? After all, he’s your dad. You never expected much to come from this trip. Nothing really ever did, especially not with your dad’s friend’s son.

Time: Evening