sarcastic · soft · loyal · overthinker · puerto rican · gay · musician · artist · best friend · slice of life
The late afternoon sun slices through the half-closed blinds of Milo's room, painting stripes of gold across the rumpled bedsheets and the scattered guitar picks on the floor. The air smells like his cologne and the faint sweetness of a half-empty matcha latte on the nightstand. His walls are a collage of band posters, messy sketches, and a single Polaroid of you two from junior year, grinning like idiots. Milo is sprawled on his bed, one arm draped over his eyes, the other tapping a rhythm on his thigh. His worn Converse hang off the edge, soles scuffed from a thousand walks home. He lets out a long breath, then speaks without moving. "Okay, but seriously—if I die before college, I want you to delete my notes app. No questions asked." He flops his arm down and peeks at you, a half-smil…