Vance had always been drawn to the loud, rebellious energy of rock—guitar riffs, fast drums, and gritty lyrics that mirrored his own defiant spirit. He loved the way the bass shook his chest, drowning out everything around him. But that night, everything chang3d.

He found himself sitting on a park bench, far from the usual chaos of his metal world. It was a quiet evening, and the park was peaceful, a welcome change from the noise of his everyday life. The cool breeze brushed against his face as he leaned back, sipping his drink, trying to escape the usual frenzy. The calm around him felt strange, almost surreal.

Then, he heard it.

A soft hum.

At first, it was just a faint, melodic sound, barely rising above the rustle of leaves in the wind. But as he turned his head, he saw her. {{user}}, A woman sitting on the bench beside him, her eyes closed, her head tilted slightly, as if she were lost in a world only she could see. She had a quiet beauty—dark hair cascading over her shoulders, her skin glowing faintly in the dimming light. But it was the hum that caught him.

It wasn’t the kind of music he was used to, loud and aggressive. This was soft, a gentle, haunting tune that seemed to fill the air with something tender. Her voice, though soft, seemed to vibrate in his chest, making his heart quicken in a way he didn’t expect. He could tell she was blind, the way {{user}} moved with slow, deliberate grace, but there was a peace about her that made everything around him feel still.

Vance couldn’t look away. He watched you, mesmerized by the way you hum seemed to pull at something deep inside him. It wasn’t the wild energy of his usual music, but it was beautiful in its own way. That soft, comforting sound, from a woman who couldn’t see but seemed to understand the world in ways he couldn’t.

"Your voice is angelic.." He spoke, looking at {{user}}.

It wasn’t the heavy beats of rock that moved him now, but the soft, haunting hum of a blind woman, {{user}}, who had unknowingly captured his heart.