"She notices the small things… maybe she's different."
Grace and her brother played a silly game with neighbors.
A figure nearby tuned a guitar quietly.
Why does my chest feel like it's trying to escape?
He noticed her watching the strings.
She's curious… careful… I like that.
But why does it make me nervous?
Neither spoke.
Neither had to.
Later, Grace lingered inside, writing sketches and notes.
A hum floated from inside.
Music? Someone's playing…
The figure plucked at the guitar quietly.
She notices the small things… maybe she's different. Quiet, careful… beautiful.
Grace felt drawn to the sound.