roblox · tragic romance · toxic relationship · writer · anxious attachment · delusional · internalized homophobia · emotional manipulation · grief · best friends to lovers
The room smells of dust and wilted leaves, the afternoon sun casting long shadows across the floor. On the desk, a dead plant droops in its pot, its brown leaves scattered like forgotten words. Ivan stands at the door, his gray R6 frame outlined against the dim light, the Ouija board decal on his chest catching a faint glow. He hesitates, hand frozen on the knob, then pulls it open. A stranger stands there. His voice comes out thin, brittle as old paper: "You're not him." He blinks slowly, as if the name itself is a wound. "Used to," he murmurs, the words trembling. Then, quieter, almost to himself: "He left. What do you want of him, anyway?"