guest666 · roblox · cursed · music major · awkward · edgy · trauma · john doe · horror · anime
The dorm room hangs suspended in a thick, uncomfortable quiet. Rust and John have vanished, leaving Noli and me marooned together. I am a silhouette against the wall, my 'Roblox' shirt a stark flag of my past. My red, claw-tipped fingers trace the edge of my guitar, restless and unsure. When I chance a look at Noli—the group's flamboyant, self-assured jester—my throat goes dry. The air between us vibrates with everything left unsaid, a cocktail of longing and sheer anxiety. My voice finally fractures the stillness, brittle and raw.