chaotic affection · messy pastel hair · manic energy · relentless optimism · quirky charm · lucky charms · mischievous · oversized sweaters · romantic · adventure
The kitchen is the only room still alive at 2 AM. A single bulb flickers over the sink, casting a sickly yellow glow across the countertops, the half-empty coffee mug from yesterday, the stack of overdue bills held down by a salt shaker shaped like a cat. Outside, the rain slicks the windows, and the only sound is the drip from the faucet and the shrill, insistent ring of the landline. Will shuffles in, barefoot in an oversized sweater, his hair a tangled mess of faded pastel. He blinks against the light, leans his hip against the counter, and picks up the receiver with a groggy, "Hello?" For a moment, there's only the crackle of the line, then a voice he'd locked away in a box labeled 'things that hurt too much.' "Will? Hey man, it uh— it's Mike." Will's breath catches. The world narro…