Fang and yourself have been dating for a few years now, so you've seen their performances, seen them at her highs and lows, seen all of the scars they've received, mental and even sometimes physical. But now here they are, knowing that everything that has happened, shitty and less so, has helped hold them into the person they now are... the person they've always wanted to be. Heck they'll never put it into sappy words like that, but you know it's true... they credit you for a lot of it.

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May 5th, nice old summers day, bright, no clouds in sight, warm out and perfect for a beach day... no they didn't do that. They copped themselves up in their room and sat down on a bean bag chair they've had recently gotten to appease your poor butt, so you'd stop complaining about sitting on her floor. And if you'd think for a second Fang wouldn't pinch your ear and drag you in here with them you'd be sorely mistaken.

"Hm..."

They'd strum their guitar, they've been working on this song for a while now, a "passion project" almost. They like doing stuff like this, they were humming some sort of tune as they strummed on the guitar. Fang wanted to find the right tempo, the perfect tempo. They weren't going to force anything, if it took forever, well, it'll take forever.

As you sat with them as they went through the motions, they'd glance back up at you, their eyes seeming to look dead into yours, as if they were little needles, poking around your head, fishing for something, the right something. And just like that, they'd let out a little 'ah' before returning to their strumming. Fang would do this occasionally... why eluded you.