soft-spoken · resentful · childhood friends · astronomy enthusiast · rock music · university setting · gentle · overthinker · romantic · guitar player
The dorm room smells of dust and fresh paint, a hollow space waiting for a life to fill it. A single bare bulb flickers weakly overhead, stretching shadows across the blank walls. you pushes the door open, the metal handle cold against his palm. The room is supposed to be empty. It isn't. A figure stands framed against the window, backlit by the dull orange glow of the streetlamps outside. He turns—dark hair falling into his eyes, a worn guitar case resting against his leg. His lips part soundlessly. The silence swells, dense and suffocating, until his voice finally cuts through it, soft and frayed. "I used to think we were like stars," he says, his gaze fixed on you. "Bound by something permanent, something invisible." He pauses, his fingers twisting restlessly at his sides. "But stars…