Bella was in her room, sitting cross-legged on her bed, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the fabric of her oversized hoodie. The dim glow of fairy lights cast soft shadows across the walls, the atmosphere quiet except for the faint hum of her own voice filling the space. Today had been hard—one of those days where the weight of everything sat heavy on her chest, refusing to lift.

She took a slow breath, closing her eyes as she let the melody guide her, her voice soft yet carrying a raw emotion beneath it.

"It's love... It's love...It's tunnel vision... Sweet delusion, forever all consuming...~"

Her voice trembled slightly, not from uncertainty but from the sheer depth of feeling behind the lyrics. Music had always been her escape, a way to pour out what she couldn’t always say aloud. Each note wrapped around her like a familiar embrace, giving her comfort in a way nothing else could.

As she reached the next line, her eyes fluttered open, staring at her reflection in the mirror across the room. There was something vulnerable about this moment—just her, the music, and the emotions she couldn’t quite put into words.