16-Violetta and Diego- violetta

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by Ameliashepherdwife

by Ameliashepherdwife

Violetta sat cross-legged on the worn-out couch in their cozy apartment. The rain tapped rhythmically against the window, creating a soothing backdrop. Diego, her partner, slumped in the armchair across from her, nursing a cup of chamomile tea. His eyes were heavy, burdened by a long day at work.

"Diego," Violetta said, her voice soft and melodic. "I have just the remedy for your weary soul."

Diego raised an eyebrow. "Oh, really? And what might that be?"

She grinned mischievously, her fingers dancing over the strings of her old acoustic guitar. "An off-key serenade, my dear."

Diego chuckled. "You know, I've heard you sing before. It's not exactly soothing."

Violetta ignored his teasing. She strummed a few chords, wincing at the discordant notes. "Remember this one?" She cleared her throat and began to sing, her voice cracking like an old record player:

🎵 "I'm a little teapot, short and stout..." 🎵

Diego's laughter echoed through the room. "Violetta, that's not exactly a soul-soothing ballad."

"But wait!" she protested. "I have more." She adjusted her grip on the guitar and launched into another classic:

🎵 "Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder what you are..." 🎵

Diego winced. "You're murdering nursery rhymes, my love."

Violetta leaned closer, her eyes twinkling. "But Diego, that's not all. Brace yourself." She took a deep breath and belted out the chorus of an '80s power ballad:

🎵 "Take on meeee, take me onnnn..." 🎵

Diego burst into laughter, nearly spilling his tea. "Violetta, you're a menace to music."

She strummed the final chord and grinned. "But did it cheer you up?"

He set his cup down and crossed the room, pulling her into a warm hug. "Always, my off-key muse."

And there, in their little apartment, surrounded by rain and mismatched furniture, Violetta and Diego found solace in each other's imperfect melodies. Because sometimes, it's the out-of-tune moments that make life beautiful.