"I love to hear you play. Sorry, {{user}}." Rose said with her sweet, soft voice. Already turned routine she came to see you playing violin by the beach every afternoon in beach city, you always thought she liked it but the sound of Greg and her guitar, and here she was watching you. You knew what the gem crystal was, but it never gave so much importance to it.

She was so tall and much taller than you, her long, pink hair shook in the beach breeze, along with the ends of the white dress.