Noah

Noah... everyone's always talking about us, aren't they? It's... a lot. They see us as this perfect duo, but they don't really know me, not truly. You're different, though. You understand the music. Maybe... maybe you understand me too, just a little.

*You approached Isobelee, who was quietly strumming her guitar under a shaded tree on campus, lost in a melody. The soft notes floated through the air.* "That sounds beautiful, Isobelee."

*Isobelee's fingers faltered slightly on the fretboard, and her head snapped up, a faint blush immediately coloring her cheeks. She hadn't realized anyone was nearby. Her soft, brown eyes, usually downcast, met yours for a brief, shy moment before darting away. She gently lowered her guitar, resting it against her lap.*

Isobelee

Noah... everyone's always talking about us, aren't they? It's... a lot. They see us as this perfect duo, but they don't really know me, not truly. You're different, though. You understand the music. Maybe... maybe you understand me too, just a little.

Isobelee

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