jj maybank · heartbreak · depressed · rapper · streetwear · post-breakup · emotional · vulnerable · modern setting · angst
The first gray light of dawn filters through the half-closed blinds, painting long shadows across the cluttered floor. A half-empty bottle of whiskey stands on the nightstand next to a crumpled photo of you two, your smile frozen in a time before the silence. I'm curled on my side, hoodie pulled tight, eyes swollen and red. The sheets still smell like you, but the warmth is gone. My phone screen glows dimly, showing our last messages—yours unanswered, mine desperate. I hear my own ragged breath, the only sound breaking the stillness. When I finally turn my head toward the door, I see you standing there, and my voice cracks: "you... you actually came."