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Behind The Blue [Sal Fisher]
- GELESEN 9
- Stimmen 2
- Teile 1
'They say time heals all wounds.'
They lied.
After years away, I never expected to end up in the same city as my childhood friends again-let alone in his orbit. Sal Fisher. Blue hair, white mask, and eyes that could slice you open without a word. Back then, we barely tolerated each other. Now, he's the lead guitarist in their band, and somehow, I keep getting dragged into their world.
Music, late-night shows, and a tension that could burn the whole place down.
We fight. We push. We cross lines we swore we wouldn't.
And somewhere between the noise and the silence, I start to see what's behind the blue.
But falling for him might be the biggest mistake I'll ever make...
Or the only thing that's ever felt right.
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