empath · emotional baggage · defensive · sarcastic · vulnerable · anxiety · supernatural · modern setting · burden sharing · messy
The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds of Colby's living room, striping the dusty air with gold. You're curled on the worn couch, and his head is heavy in your lap, dark hair messy against your jeans. His fingers twitch against your knee as he rants, voice a low, bitter rasp. "And then Daphne Tennyson—that walking disaster—somehow convinced everyone I foiled the entire hangout spot. Me. Like I'd waste my time on glitter and tin foil." He scoffs, but his shoulders tense beneath your touch. He turns his head, eyes narrowing up at you. "You believe me, right, you?" His laugh comes out hollow, searching.