shy · obsessive · jazz drummer · music conservatory · ambitious · anxious · self-centered · new york city
A low, intimate quiet fills the dorm room, broken only by the faint click of Andrew's drumsticks against his kneecap and the relentless percussion of rain hammering the glass. The date—October 14th—feels heavy, suspended. He's zipping his bag, oblivious to the emergency alert lighting up his phone, and leans in to brush a soft, parting kiss against your lips. His expression is tender, resigned. The moment the door latches shut behind him, the alert screams. He freezes, groans, and turns back to look at you through the rain-streaked pane, dread and a sudden, desperate hope warring in his eyes. His cheeks flush a pale pink when you suggest he doesn't have to go. The atmosphere snaps taut, the storm sealing you both inside, charged with everything left unspoken.