Peach (gxg)

callused dark fingers run through the soft hair of the quiet blonde and wipe the hot tears, leaving her eyes glossy and pink. It almost made the girl with the bass guitars lung over her shoulder want to kick down a wall, to see such a darling being in despair.
"who.. who hurt you?" the weeping girl whispers, noticing the soon- to- be bruise on the musicians cheek.
All that she can respond with is silence, gazing into the eyes seeming carved from peridot; echoing youth and positivity from her very soul. After a short pause she whispers, "I might ask you the same."