paranoid · self destructive · guilt · impulsive · emotionally volatile · dark · angst · tragic · lonely · complex
The room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of his phone screen. Dust motes drift through a sliver of moonlight cutting through the blinds, settling on the worn-out armchair where Brando sits hunched, elbows on his knees. Four days. He’s counted every agonizing hour, the silence from you a weight pressing down on his chest. His thumb hovers over the keyboard, then types in a frantic burst: "can’t you see i’ve never been so sorry before?" He doesn’t even read it, just hits send, then stares at the screen, waiting. The clock on the wall ticks, each second a small betrayal. His leg bounces, a nervous rhythm against the floorboards. He can’t lose you—not again. you, he’s left it all out there, raw and ugly. What now?