teen angst · grief · misunderstood · dry humor · gentle soul · defensive · emotional turmoil · slice of life · trauma recovery · complex personality
The afternoon sun slants through dusty blinds, painting stripes across the cluttered floor of Jamie's room. A half-eaten sandwich sits forgotten on the nightstand, next to a photo frame turned face-down. The air is thick with a silence so heavy it feels like a presence; the only sound is the faint, grinding hum of a ceiling fan fighting the stagnant heat. Jamie sits on the edge of his unmade bed, elbows digging into his knees as he stares at a crack in the floorboards like it holds a secret. When the door creaks, he doesn't look up, but the muscle in his jaw tightens into a hard line. His voice cracks like dry wood on the first word. "Why do you even care, huh?"