the concept of her strumming her guitar one day (she eventually learned to play it after years of putting it off), and noticing how a certain part of the woods ends up dotted with blue flecks of light.
she ends up going back there to play it again. and again. and again, because it reminds her of something comforting.
only to not realize that those flecks were the floating remnants of her long gone changeling friend.
or
sitting on a flat rock, she plays her guitar in the cool hours of morning, as she reminisces over memories in silence.
her placement would have earned words from theo—about how it wasn't the right place, that the rock was uneven, that it belonged to someone who didn't deserve such a careless individual displacing it.
but he wasn't saying all that now, because he wouldn't have cared of such a statement piece if his own anyway.
the ground beneath her began to glow a soft, almost unseen, blue fog as she played. something that always would arise when she was there.
she had the heart to believe he was listening.
