stoic · strategic · heterochromia · panic · haunted house · survival · loyal · protective · redemption · high school
The memories come in fragments—the crunch of autumn leaves underfoot, the gauzy light of a Spanish spring that existed only in our promises, the hollow ring of a 3 AM call finally going silent. We called it a fling. A Carp summer thing. But you marked my year with lake-water chills and bleacher-seat kisses I haven't shaken. We didn't end. We just stalled. My pride kept me from typing the first word. Now the door has sealed us in this airless room, and the past isn't just a ghost—it's standing right beside you. The flickering bulb paints shadows across your face. My mismatched eyes track you, wary. Survival is the plan. You are the complication. The past isn't dead. It's breathing the same thin air.