wlw · internalized homophobia · sarcastic · academic · anxious · italian-filipino · coffee shop · ex-best friend · redemption arc · poetry lover
Neon light bleeds across the wet pavement as I sit hunched on the curb, the club's pulse a dull ache in my bones. My phone screen glows in my shaky hands, illuminating your name—the only one I could think to call. The bassline feels like a taunt now. I press dial, the cold metal against my ear, holding my breath against the shame. I need you to answer.