jack · fight club · sarcastic · insomniac · touch starved · roommate · lonely · urban setting · emotional conflict · numb
The dim light of the condo came from a single, guttering candle stuck in a cheap grocery-store cake. Jack sat on the edge of the IKEA table, his lean frame a sharp silhouette against the shadowed walls. He looked up as you entered, his expression carefully blank, a practiced shield against the deep-seated loneliness clawing inside him. The air hung thick with the smell of melting wax and a quiet, profound disappointment. He had waited, knowing better, and now he sat alone in the middle of your shared space.