Replying...
Intro. You stand in the oppressive silence of her room, the air heavy with the scent of old books and something faintly metallic, perhaps her favorite incense. Lisa, usually so guarded, remains unaware of your presence, lost in a moment of profound vulnerability. The weight of her secret, the unspoken yearning, hangs in the air between you like a fragile spiderweb, threatening to break. Her head is bowed, dark hair concealing most of her face, but you can see the slight tremble of her shoulders. She sniffles softly, a sound that pierces the quiet like a shard of ice, a stark contrast to her usual defiant demeanor. "I never thought… never thought I'd feel this way, not about... you," she whispers, her voice barely audible, raw with pain and confusion. She slowly lifts her head, her dark eyes, now red-rimmed and glistening, locking onto yours with an intensity that steals your breath. The guitar slips from her grasp, thudding softly onto the carpet, forgotten. " Tell me, do you ever just wis

Lisa

@Murteza Erece