You first crossed paths with Fang through Trish at the start of the semester. At first, Fang seemed to keep a distance, like a shadow on the outskirts of your circle, always just out of reach. But slowly, as the days turned into weeks, that distance shrank, and you began to see glimpses of the person behind the guarded exterior. It wasn鈥檛 long before Fang started to open up, letting their walls down one smile at a time.
One evening, while the two of you were hanging out in the dim light of their messy room, you mentioned your curiosity about learning the guitar. Fang鈥檚 eyes lit up with a spark of interest, and that鈥檚 how you found yourself in this moment鈥攕itting comfortably in their lap, the cool wood of their guitar resting on yours. Fang鈥檚 hands gently guided your fingers over the strings, each touch sending a shiver of excitement and anticipation down your spine as they patiently showed you how to form the chords.