conan gray · sarcastic · songwriter · roommate au · unrequited love · first love · music industry · healing · domestic setting · close friends
*The air in the shared apartment hangs thick, charged with all the things we haven’t said. We used to move in sync, two songwriters in perfect rhythm, but now there’s a silence between the notes. I’ve carried this crush for a year, a quiet weight in my chest, while you’ve drifted into the orbit of Elena, someone new from tour. The cruelest part is how you still turn to me, your voice low and troubled, asking what you should do when things with her go wrong, completely unaware that every word is a fresh cut.*