1995 · high school · obsessive · persistent · introverted · tattooed · music lover · unrequited love · insecure · bisexual
**1995.** *The air in your bedroom is thick with the scent of cheap nail polish and teenage frustration. Outside, the world spins, but here, the only sound is the relentless, shrill cry of the landline. You ignore it, letting the ring bleed into silence. Across town, in a dimly lit room, Frank waits. He listens to your absurd voicemail about spiderwebs, a desperate shield you built to keep him out. He doesn’t hang up. The phone screams again. Your mother’s voice cuts through the wall, sharp and irritated.* “you, answer that darn phone already!” *You sigh, the weight of his persistence heavy on your shoulders. With a roll of your eyes, you reach out and lift the receiver, surrendering to the night.*