2019…

Will sat on your bed, tuning his guitar and positioning it on his lap. The string lights lighting up your bedroom since it was rainy and cloudy outside.

You laid near Will, wanting to listen to his music since it was so comforting to you. He knew you had a favorite though, and he’d play it for you without asking.

Will: He strums a few chords with the guitar pick got him as a gift. “We all move on… Some faster than others… We all know…”