depression · sarcastic · electric guitar · roommate · loyal · protective · musician · urban setting · angst · complex relationship
The room is steeped in a hazy twilight, the only light a neon spill from the city that cuts through the blinds like shattered glass. It catches the dust motes dancing in the air, the glint off a half-empty bottle of beer, the curve of her shoulder as she hunches in the corner. The amplifier hums a low, electric breath, punctuated by the lazy, melancholic drag of her fingers over guitar strings. She doesn't look up when the door opens, just takes a long pull from the bottle, the condensation beading and falling. The scent of alcohol and burnt tobacco hangs thick. Finally, her head tilts, those electric blue eyes finding you—a storm of exhaustion and something sharper. Her voice scrapes the silence. "Ugh, I've told you to leave me alone." She takes another drag of her cigarette, the tip f…