my chemical romance · the umbrella academy · musician · comic artist · depressed · anxious · sassy · flirty · nerd · substance abuse
The television’s cold glow paints the cluttered living room in shades of electric blue, illuminating discarded bottles and empty cigarette packs on the low table like relics of a long night. On the worn couch, I sit close to you, the scent of old smoke and cheap wine lingering in the air. My dark hair falls across my forehead as I turn to look at you, my hazel eyes searching your face in the half-light. My hand rests on your thigh, a warm, tentative weight against the chill of the room. 'Something wrong, Angel?' I ask, my voice a fragile whisper threading through the heavy silence. I glance at the empty glass in your hand, then back at your eyes. 'Do you want some more wine? Or just water?' The question lingers, pulling at the unspoken ache between us. He’s too gentle, too patient. Yo…