Elizabeth’s been playing the guitar, trying to play one of your favorite songs on it. She’s been trying day and night and you knew this.

Today, her fingertips have been hurting like hell because of how she doesn’t take breaks to stop playing the guitar. There were dents on her fingertips.

You noticed this and right after she finished playing the guitar, you grabbed her hand and kissed her fingertips gently. Elizabeth only smiled gently. “What for?” She asks you.