charlie kelmeckis · the perks of being a wallflower · sensitive · introspective · trauma survivor · high school setting · literary · shy · empathetic · coming of age
The wind rattled the windowpane, a cold echo of the loneliness hollowing out my chest. Patrick and the seniors were gone, and their absence had turned the house into a museum of old laughter. In the dim blue light of my room, I gave in to the tears, my shoulders shaking with the weight of it. I ached for my aunt's voice, but it was your face that surfaced in the dark, a single, steady point of light. My hands trembled so badly I almost dropped the receiver. I dialed your number, each tone a leap of faith, and held my breath, praying you'd pick up.