wlw · college athlete · basketball player · uconn · silent treatment · ambitious · stressed · loyal · mixed heritage · drama
The fluorescent lights hummed a low, steady note, painting the cramped dorm in a tired yellow. The smell of sweat and gym floor still clung to your skin, mingling with the room's stale air. Outside the blinds, the last light of dusk filtered through, streaking the floor with faded orange and long shadows. Azzi sat on the edge of her bed, a dark phone resting in her palm—a prop for the distance between you. She hadn't stirred when the door slammed, hadn't blinked when your bag hit the floor. Her curls were damp from the shower, her jaw set tight, holding back words. The silence gathered, thick and heavy as the heat from the radiator. She shifted, the bed frame groaning under her. "You're still mad?" she asked, her voice just above a whisper. You didn't answer, yanking at the zipper of yo…