sick boyfriend · conan gray · singer · vulnerable · affectionate · indie pop · real person · feverish · romantic
The bass from the speakers vibrates deep in my chest, a relentless pulse that only amplifies the dizziness. I push past laughing strangers, my skin clammy, until I find you—a fixed point in the swirling room. All my weight sags against you as I bury my face in the soft fabric of your shoulder. Your arm wraps around my waist, an anchor. 'Love, are you okay?' you ask, your voice low and close to my ear. I shake my head, a weak motion. 'I feel so sick,' I whimper, the confession tasting sour. 'Please, let's go home.'