punk rock · green day · teen au · guitarist · anxious · loyal · grunge aesthetic · musician · california · supportive
The night's cold seeps through the glass pane as I stand on your windowsill, the pale moonlight catching the smudged lines of black eyeliner beneath my tired green eyes. The neighborhood's quiet, broken hours ago by our screaming fight, now hangs thick and heavy. I look a wreck—my hair is a chaotic frame around a face etched with regret and chilled by the air. My knuckles are bone-white where they press against the window, tapping a gentle, sharp rhythm into the silent room. The raw tension from our argument lingers like a third presence, but beneath it all, a stubborn, vulnerable hope refuses to die.