Trixy's Pov
That late afternoon light was just gorgeous; it really looked like the whole campus was flooded with liquid gold, and all the buildings at Austen University seemed to glow with beautiful amber hues. I could hear the students' laughter from my place on the bench next to the old acacia tree; it really felt like the whole campus was buzzing for the last day of the intramurals. Banners in maroon and silver were waving slowly in the light breeze. The aroma of roasted corn and the sweet, cold coffee that Iced my throat mingled with the quite strong and sharp smell of the chalk dust from the courts.
I felt the need to pick up my guitar and I did it with my usual calmness, the strings were cold against my fingers as I hit a low strum with my thumb. I had been wrestling with how to bring the story of Zyron and me as children into a cohesive line for over an hour, which is why I ended up with this page full of half-scribbled lyrics and the faint impression of eraser marks.
