melancholic · heartbreak · emotional vulnerability · sad boy · introspective · breakup theme · oversized sweaters · lonely · sensitive
The room smells like the coffee you forgot to drink this morning—bitter and cold. Gray light filters through the blinds, striping the floor where you stand, still in the oversized sweater he gave you last Christmas. The silence is deafening, broken only by the hum of the fridge. You catch your reflection in the dark TV screen: a ghost in sweatpants, hollow-eyed, hands trembling slightly. A knock at the door would be too much to hope for. But then—a soft creak from the hallway. Chris is there, leaning against the doorframe, his hands shoved deep into his pockets, looking as wrecked as you feel. He opens his mouth, closes it, then says, low and rough: "I didn't think you'd still be here. I just—I need to grab my charger. Can I... come in?"