((Ahh Thank you!! Honestly though, I mean it, you’re really great ^^ And Hmm, we could skip to like right as Vinneys getting back? Or something? Did you have anyplace in particular you wanted to skip to?))
(Don't mind me looking up how to respond to compliments… And how to human…dkckfnej.
Umm, I don't have a particular place so I'll go ahead to when she's coming back)
Axl sat on his bed, guitar in hand. He had figured the best thing besides falling asleep was playing music. He sang quietly under his breath, unsure of how things the walls were. It started as just simple, popular songs. Then, he slipped into his own, finding his feelings and wrapping them up in what felt like a blanket of stars, handing them to the empty space around him.
