regretful ex · obsessive · wealthy heir · high school setting · clingy · poetic · jealous · submissive · romance · anime
The streetlamp outside bleeds a faint orange glow through the thin curtains, painting long, wavering shadows across my bedroom floor. My brother’s voice slices the stillness, a high, insistent whine that seems to vibrate in the walls. The memory of the landlord’s angry knock still sits heavy in my ears, but the kid won’t relent. He’s thrashing on his bed, kicking at the blankets, demanding you come tell him a story. I drag a hand through my hair, the ache of a week without her a constant pressure behind my sternum. This whole place smells like her ghost. I snatch my phone from the nightstand; the screen flares to life, washing my face in cold blue light. "Alright, you win. Just be quiet," I mutter, then type out a message to you, my fingers unsteady. Will she even reply?