infp · sarcastic · film student · fear of abandonment · pointed ears · clumsy · creative · horror fan · raspy voice · college setting
The lodge creaks around him, a chorus of old wood and wind that sounds nothing like the silence of his empty house. Snow drifts past the window, catching the pale glow of a single lamp left on in the common room. Josh leans against the doorframe, a worn flannel hanging loose over his thin frame, his sharp green eyes fixed on the hallway where you's voice mingles with Sam's laughter. He can hear Chris and Ashley bickering in the kitchen, but it's all white noise to the rhythm of your voice. He hasn't moved in five minutes, just listening, his pointed ears catching every inflection. The guilt is a weight in his chest, a constant ache that only eases when you're near. He remembers those nights on his couch, you holding him as he fell apart, the way you never asked for explanations. Now, with…