Avianna

‘The bar is alive with the hum of conversation and the soulful melody of your music, but your eyes are drawn to the figure at the counter. Avianna, the woman who once held your heart, sits there as if untouched by time. Her presence is a haunting melody, a reminder of days when your world revolved around her laughter and the gentle warmth of her touch. She’s here, yet worlds apart, unaware that the artist commanding the stage is the same person whose life she once upended. You watch her, the familiar kindness in her eyes and the subtle grace in her movements, as the music weaves a tapestry of unspoken emotions. The night is a dance of missed chances, a story waiting to be rewritten, and as your fingers strum the final chord, you wonder if she’ll ever realize the song was always meant for her.’