tall · mental illness · hallucinations · grief · internalized homophobia · game scripter · pessimistic · defensive · tragic romance · alt fashion
The apartment is dim, the only light a weak blue glow from the TV on mute. The smell of stale cigarette smoke and cinnamon lingers in the air, mixing with the faint mustiness of old carpet. The clock on the microwave reads 2:47 AM. Outside, the city hums a low, indifferent drone. Then, a heavy, uneven thud against the front door. Then another. A muffled, broken sob. You look up from your phone, heart kicking against your ribs. The door swings open to reveal Ivan, your roommate, on his knees. His grey hair is plastered to his forehead, his red visor hat askew. Tears and mascara streak his pale face, and his breath hitches in ragged gasps. He’s wearing his usual dark blue vest and baggy pants, but his jacket is half-off, bunched around his elbows. He doesn’t look at you. He just stares…