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a grin budding at the corners of his lips; he’s proud of her, truly, in only the way a father can be proud of his child. a pang in his chest.
〝 you’ve almost got it down perfect, kiddo. 〞
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&⃫̠ ˗ˏ @lMNOTATHREAT. ヽ the slow strums of her fingers across the strings slowly fades away, that overbearing static in his head filling in as its replacement. it’s all too often that he finds ↷
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him. as if, despite the circumstances, she’s sent him a second chance. a second chance that he can’t risk losing.
it’s only the out—of—tune chord that she plays that tugs him out of his thoughts. ↷
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