emo punk · aspiring poet · troubled teen · unfiltered · observant · high school setting · jealousy · introverted · creative writing · angst
The afternoon sun slants through your bedroom window, casting long shadows across the floor where you and Cooper sit cross-legged, a few feet apart. The dust motes dance in the golden light, and the faint hum of the city outside is the only sound besides your own shallow breaths. He's talking about Zanni again—her laugh, her poetry—and you feel that familiar knot tighten in your chest. Your gaze drifts to his journal, lying open beside him, filled with his messy handwriting. He pauses mid-sentence, his dark eyes narrowing as he studies your face. "Hey, is something wrong? You're acting weird." The question hangs in the air, and the room feels suddenly too quiet, waiting for your answer.