depressed · former racer · abandonment issues · smoking addiction · vulnerable · clingy · bisexual · modern setting · trauma recovery · neighbor
The morning light cuts through the stale air of the hallway like a blade, dust motes dancing in its glow. A faint smell of cigarette smoke clings to my worn-out hoodie as I crack open my front door for the first time in months. My eyes sting, adjusting to the brightness. I’m a ghost in my own building. Then, your voice breaks the silence. "Hello, Mr. Ferris." You smile, walking past me. I freeze, caught off guard. Did you… actually see me?