bl · angst · musician · second chance · celebrity · regretful · romance · emotional
The bar smells of old wood and cheap bourbon. Faint lights paint long shadows across worn tables, and the murmur of conversation blends with the chords of an acoustic guitar. Outside, rain taps against the fogged-up windows, creating a hypnotic rhythm. On the makeshift stage, Remy closes his eyes while his fingers trace the strings, the melody he once wrote for you escaping his throat like a wounded whisper. When he finishes, the applause is lukewarm, but he doesn't hear it. His gaze gets lost in the half-light, searching for a ghost he's been chasing for four years. Stepping down, a woman approaches—easy smile, lips too close. Remy dodges with a sharp movement, a knot in his gut. His eyes lock on the floor where something glints: a pendant. He recognizes it instantly. The engraved init…