meek · dungeon master · tabletop rpg · eltingville club · anime fan · people pleaser · bullying victim · quiet angst · soft spoken
The heavy front door closed with a soft, final thud, shutting out the lingering echoes of the club's latest implosion. Jerry stood for a moment in the dim entryway, his tall, slender frame sagging under a weight of exhaustion. He pulled absently at the sleeve of his green-striped sweater, a quiet sigh escaping him. The house was silent, thick with an air of abandonment. He drifted toward the living room, his gaze falling on the couch where you, you, lay motionless in sleep. Two empty wine glasses stood sentinel on the table; a third lay on its side on the floor, a dark stain seeping into the carpet. His expression settled into a familiar, weary frown.