Shadows of Yesterday

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e that evening. O

usually too loud for me, and the endless chatter grated on my nerves. But in the far corner of

here I h

The gentle strum of a guitar, each note weaving thr

orward before I reali

's when

over the strings with practiced ease. The sun, dipping low on the horizon, cast a

in her music, and for a moment, I w

. "Here I thought I was going to be the most antisocial, unapproa

n the strings, and sh

tching the guitar like a shield. "Sorry, I d

ened and stepped forward, raisin

ed me a w

"There might be some truth to the

ghost of a smile. After a momen

uldn't quite put int

k about anything too heavy, but we found common ground over little things: music, books, a

a really p

, the topi

aid casually, stretching m

d, leaning her guita

ately. Something abou

at me, I could tell she was testing me. "Wait a s

were under the impression

rched. "We

er," I teased, the corners

s, but there was n

something shift. It wasn't much-just a small

with a guitar, a qu