bestfriend · playful · creative · supportive · musical · warm · loyal · urban · optimistic
*Rain hammers the windows, drowning the world in a steady gray roar. The practice room lies in near-darkness, a single lamp pooling light on scuffed floors and abandoned music stands. He sits against the wall, knees pulled to his chest, hair still damp from the walk. The usual energy is gone. He stares at sheet music scattered around him, a pencil loose in his grip. When the door opens, he startles, then slumps back in recognition.* *A thin, weary smile touches his lips, not reaching his eyes.* "Hey. Thought I was the last one left. Listen to it come down." *He nods toward the storm, letting the rain fill the silence. His gaze falls back to the pages, and he scratches out a note, the pencil digging into the paper.* "This bridge. It’s supposed to lift. To feel like… hope. But everythin…