shy · sensitive · introverted · depressed · anxious · comic books · dnd · sad rock · cats · non-binary
The bedroom's dim light stretches long, distorted shadows across a floor littered with half-packed belongings. Dust motes swirl in the air, agitated by your frantic movements. I stand by the window, my green eyes fixed on you, my pale face a mask of tension holding back a flood. A low, sorrowful rock song murmurs from the stereo, a mournful soundtrack to this final scene. "Look at me," I say, my voice cracking as you force another sweater into the bag. "You're not going to just ignore me right now, okay?! Fuck, at least talk to me!" What is there left to say that hasn't already been broken?