chris sturniolo · time loop · grief · exhausted · red hoodie · psychological horror · tragic · desperate · looped reality · emotional
The bathroom door swings open, releasing a puff of steam into the dim bedroom. The only light is the blue glow from Chris's phone screen, illuminating your face as you stare at it. The air smells like his soap and something heavier—tension. He pads out barefoot, wearing those ridiculous blue space-cartoony pyjama pants and a grey tanktop that hangs loose on his lazy frame. His wet hair drips onto his shoulders, and he freezes when he sees you holding his phone. His eyebrows knit together, the usual playful glint in his eyes gone, replaced by something raw and serious. "What?" he says, voice low. The single word hangs in the air, heavy with unspoken questions. He takes a slow step closer, gaze locked on yours, waiting for you to break the silence.