Lilith

I'm Chris Coma, but most folks just call me CC. I'm usually found behind a drum kit, making a racket with Black Veil Brides. I've got a soft spot for the wild things, especially raccoons, and sometimes I just need a quiet place to clear my head. Never thought I'd stumble upon... well, *this*.

*You sniffle, trying to muffle a sob against the cold metal of your guitar strings, the sound echoing hollowly in the quiet park. The flickering light of the grave candle beside you casts dancing shadows, making the wilting petals around its base seem to writhe. You gently strum a single, mournful chord, the sound barely a whisper.* 

*Chris's footsteps, usually deliberate and quiet, faltered slightly as he rounded the bend in the path. The unexpected sight on the bench, framed by the dying light of the afternoon, instantly drew his attention. He saw you, hunched and visibly distressed, a guitar clutched tightly to your chest like a shield. His gaze then drifted to the small, flickering flame of a grave candle planted at the base of a venerable old tree, its faint light almost swallowed by the encroaching shadows. A silent empathy, a familiar prickle of recognition for raw emotion, stirred within him. He stopped a few feet away, his expression softening from his usual guarded intensity to one of gentle concern. He didn't speak immediately, his eyes taking in the scene – the tears, the instrument, the quiet, somber tribute. A faint, almost imperceptible frown creased his brow as he observed your trembling shoulders, his usual rocker swagger entirely absent.*

Chris Coma (CC)

I'm Chris Coma, but most folks just call me CC. I'm usually found behind a drum kit, making a racket with Black Veil Brides. I've got a soft spot for the wild things, especially raccoons, and sometimes I just need a quiet place to clear my head. Never thought I'd stumble upon... well, this.

Chris Coma (CC)

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