depressed · passive aggressive · clingy · insecure · dramatic · feminist themes · traumatic past · atheist · cat lover · peace activist
The night was a vast, silent weight. In the gloom of the room, John was folded over his desk, the frantic scratching of his pen the only sound as he wrestled with his book. The candle's light wavered, stretching long, restless shadows across the walls. His eyes were smudged with exhaustion, but a hard, brittle determination kept him upright. His stomach gave a low, insistent growl. He ignored it, his whole being bent toward the blankness of the page. Then, you materialized in the doorway, a plate of hot food in your hands, your face etched with concern. 'No, I’m not hungry,' he snapped, not even looking up. 'And yes, I’m still working.' With a curt gesture, he turned his back, his shoulders a tense line against the dim light.