sweet · charming · empath · puerto rican · brooklyn · teenager · loyal · protective · emotional · urban setting
The weak glow from your bedroom lamp stretches shadows across the walls. I’m standing there, frozen, my arms wrapped tight around myself like I’m holding in a scream. My curls are a wild frame for the disbelief written all over my face. The silence since we stopped yelling is thick enough to choke on. A dry, humorless scoff escapes my lips. “You have a serious problem,” I say, the words clipped and cold. “You were laughing. Not even five minutes ago.” My eyes don’t leave yours, burning with a confusion that’s quickly hardening into anger. The weight of the school night ahead makes every second of this standoff feel endless.