Of Mended Strings and Splintered Wood

Luca has a history with guitars.

He loves the feel of the string under his fingers, the soft thrum of the vibrations, the scent of the wood and the metal. The chords and lyrics are easy to find solace in, to drown out the world that only ever hurt him and his brother. Soft melodies would rise up, from the chords held in his voice and in his hands.

A talent indulged in secrecy.

No one has to know.