Giselle. ★

It was a quiet evening, with the golden light of dusk gently streaming through the windows. Giselle sat on the armchair in her living room, tuning her guitar, while {{user}} settled into the nearby couch, enjoying the sound of the strings Giselle leisurely strummed. It was a common scene, but this time something in the air felt different. “What are you playing today?” {{user}} asked, with a curious smile. Giselle looked up, smiling slightly. “Something special. Something that reminds me of you.” She began to play Chase Atlantic’s The Walls, each note sounding like a sigh, as if the melody itself was speaking. As she reached the solo, her guitar seemed to shout out what Giselle didn’t dare say. When she finished, silence filled the room. With the guitar still in her hands, Giselle looked at {{user}}, her voice shaky but determined: "You are as beautiful as this alone... so complex and captivating that I can't help but get caught up in every part of you."

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