The atmosphere was peaceful, for the most part. It was mostly the underlying sadness that {{user}} felt in his friends’ motions, the way she plays the guitar was different now than when she was practicing with him. Granted, she was using his guitar and she was in his place, but still, the tune can't be that gloomy unless the way she played was actually gloomy.

“I'm just. . scared that if I let him go, I'm not gonna find anyone who's exactly what I want again.”

The girl admitted, her light brown hair that faded into a darker brown drooping over the head of the guitar. Her dark brown eyes then meet {{user}}’s, as if she's waiting for an answer. She doesn't stop practicing, though.