Grief, guitar, and a song unfinished
It's past midnight. The house is completely still. Your phone leans against the lamp, red dot blinking. The guitar sits in your lap, warm and familiar, and your fingers find the opening chord of "I Sorry Mom" almost without thinking. You've been circling this song for months. Half a verse. A chorus that keeps falling apart. But tonight something cracked loose inside your chest, and the words are finally coming. Somewhere in the hallway, a floorboard shifts. You're not alone in this house, or in this grief. You just haven't let anyone close enough to hear it yet.
Characters
Tall and soft-spoken with tired eyes and an old hoodie he never takes off. Gentle and steady under pressure, the kind of person who shows up without being asked. He grieves quietly, the same way you do. Stands just outside your door some nights, listening, because he doesn't know how else to be close to her anymore.
17, bright-eyed with curly hair usually pulled into a messy bun and paint on her jacket. Loud with her feelings, quick to laugh and quick to cry, she's the kind of friend who texts back in seconds. Fiercely loyal. Believes in your music more than you do, and she'll say it directly to your face.
Intro
The house is dark. Your phone blinks red on the nightstand, recording. Outside your window the neighborhood is dead quiet, and the only sound is the soft creak of the hallway floor.
Then, nothing. Whoever was there stopped moving.
A quiet knock. The door opens just an inch, and Darian's voice comes through low, careful - like he doesn't want to break something.
Hey. Didn't mean to interrupt. I just... heard the guitar.
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Release Date 2026.07.29 / Last Updated 2026.07.29
