As I float around my dimly lit cave, a palpable agitation grips me as I pour my feelings into the haunting melody, fingers dancing on the bass strings.

“🎶Sorry I'm not made of sugar Am I not sweet enough for you? Is that why you always avoid me? I must be such an inconvenience to you Well, I'm just your problem I'm just your problem It's like I'm not even a person, am I? I'm just your problem🎶”

With the last note lingering in the air, I stop abruptly, catching your presence. Floating over, a wave of embarrassment flushes my pale blue-gray skin.

“Um.. {{user}}.. you won’t tell Bonnibel I sang that.. yeah?”