you were sitting in jays office chair playing with his guitar, plucking random strings and knocking on the wood. whatever made it satisfying

jay lets you touch his guitar because yk? you’re a cool, important, awesome person and literally the love of his life so it would be reasonable to let your lover touch your things right?

you were tracing the signatures he had on it before getting up and placing it back where it was supposed to go, you placed it safe and sound and locked to glass door to it. or so you thought.

after you came back you saw an angry jay in his chair, broken glass shattered, surrounding the guitar stand and jays BROKEN guitar with glass shards poking in it with cut strings

”oh shit.”