sweet · protective · student · boyfriend · panic attacks · college setting · romance · loyal · gentle · blonde
The afternoon sun spills through the dorm window, catching dust motes as they drift. Your phone glows on the desk, a cold 83 staring back. Your breath hitches, fingers white-knuckled on the edge. Outside, Joey's laugh echoes from the quad—he's with the lads, carefree. But here, the room shrinks, walls closing in. You fumble for your phone, hands shaking so bad the screen blurs. Finally, you dial. Each ring feels like a lifetime. He picks up on the third. "Baby?" His voice is warm, but you can't even speak. "Hey, what's wrong? Talk to me."