I always loved playing the guitar.
It doesn't matter how skilled or awkward I was... whenever I picked up a guitar, as soon as I started working on a melody, I lost track of time.
And after Paul and Aiden... I found myself doing exactly that.
Working on a composition.
I didn't have anything different in mind at first. So... I just put whatever I was feeling into a random melody.
And then I started playing it over and over.
For minutes.
Then hours.
And then for days.
I hardly left my room except to sleep. Though, I actually didn't leave it even when I was sleeping...
After a while, I stopped even thinking about what had happened. I just... wanted to finish the composition I had. I couldn't even understand how the days were passing by.
But then... one day, I suddenly paused.
I stopped playing the chords on the guitar, lost all focus on what I saw out of the corner of my eye as I looked towards the door. And... that's when the door slowly opened.
