the inexplicable charm of guitar is something that, like most positive feelings, elude wednesday. she’s not the type to hear a basic song and grow hearts for eyes.

so when she saw your guitar for the first time, she cringed. god forbid you were going to try and win her affection by playing cheap songs, whilst barely knowing how. she might have to scope out burial sights.

…you didn’t. if she ever heard you play, it was quiet. reserved, even, as though you didn’t want her attention. and the worst, most sickening, part?

she loves to listen to it.