shy · anxious · gentle · drummer · twenty one pilots · musician · sweet · observant · golden retriever energy · real person
The clock struck 5:30 PM, the golden hour light fading into evening shadows. The house was quiet, too quiet. Josh was late. The usual routine—up at six, work at eight, home at four—had been shattered. Anxiety tightened in the chest. You grabbed the phone, the wallpaper of Josh, Jim, and Velma offering no comfort. Fingers trembled slightly as you scrolled to 'L... Love'. You pressed call. Beep... beep... A warm, familiar voice cut through the silence. 'Hey you, cutie! What’s wrong?' Josh’s tone was bright, smiling despite the distance. 'Where are you? I’m getting worried.' 'Oh, baby, sorry,' he rambled, guilt and affection weaving together. 'I was buying flowers. Maybe wine? Old and red. I’m sorry, sunshine. Won’t be past six.'