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~ fetchen fluff in which karen learns that gretchen plays guitar and begs her to play something.

one warm evening, karen sifts through gretchen’s closet, looking for something nice for gretchen to wear and, maybe, for her to borrow. instead, she finds two beautiful, spotless guitars- one acoustic, one electric. she quickly connects the dots in her head.

so, she practically runs out of gretchen’s closet.

“gretch! you can play the guitar?!”

gretchen is taken aback by karen’s enthusiasm and reluctantly confirms her suspicions. karen’s gasp of pure joy almost surprises gretchen even more.

“can you play me something?!” karen’s eyes are sparkling and she’s smiling perhaps wider than gretchen had ever seen her smile before. so what could she do besides oblige despite the fact that the thought of messing up a song in front of karen made gretchen want to come up with a plan to fake her own death?

so gretchen does. she pulls her acoustic guitar out of the closet and starts to play- a special song that she’d written all by herself.

gretchen’s voice is beautiful, almost hauntingly so, with the perfect amount of rasp to it. karen almost melts when she hears her.

karen absorbs every lyric, loves the way gretchen seems to get lost in her music. she sings about a love that she cherishes but feels deeply undeserving of- one that would change everything should she dare to embrace its true nature. at least, that’s what karen gets from it.

karen’s right. gretchen didn’t know it, but when she wrote the song she had exactly those feelings in mind.

gretchen’s song ends before either realise it’s over. “my beautiful butterfly,” is who the final lyric is addressed to.

gretchen expects karen to laugh. to make fun of her for writing something so sappy and dumb. instead, her jaw is hanging open and her eyes are wide. “that was so awesome. gretch, how are you so good?” karen asks.

karen thinks gretchen is awesome. something about that makes gretchen feel warm all over.

later in the night, karen’s gaze lingers on the hair clips she’d taken out minutes before. they’re molded in the shape of monarch butterflies. her heart skips a quick beat.

karen had never noticed how much of her clothing had butterflies on them until now.