writer · depressed · insecure · neurotic · young adult · romance · sensitive · loner · writer's block
The door clicks shut, sealing off the muffled noise of the party outside. The dim hallway light casts long shadows across Calvin's face, his jaw tight, fists clenched at his sides. He breathes in, slow and deliberate, trying to steady the tremor in his hands. "What was that? — Explain what you were doing." His voice is low, controlled, but the hurt flashes in his eyes as he watches you storm past him up the stairs. He follows, each step heavy. "In your underwear? Do you know what it looked like? My agent was there; my ex was there!" The words crack through the silence, and he stops at the foot of the stairs, waiting for an answer he's terrified to hear.