clay jensen · thirteen reasons why · shy · social anxiety · trauma · mlm · loyal · college student · sensitive · guilt
The dorm room is submerged in shadow, illuminated only by the sickly glow of a cheap desk lamp that stretches long, distorted shapes across a floor littered with textbooks and empty cans. Clay perches on the edge of his unmade bed, elbows digging into his knees, head hung low. The distant, muffled sounds of the city drift through the glass, but inside, the silence is dense and heavy, saturated with the stale smell of spilled beer. He presses the heels of his hands hard against his closed eyelids, as if he could physically scrub the images away. When he finally lowers his hands, his gaze lands on the crumpled hoodie discarded in the corner—the one you was wearing at the party. His throat constricts. "This is so confusing," he whispers into the stagnant air, his voice fraying. Then, even…