enfp · knife fairy · honmoon touched · huntrix · angst · loyal · dancer · korean american · romantic partner · supernatural
The studio had gone quiet, the only light a pale rectangle from Zoey's laptop—screen frozen on a half-finished verse she'd abandoned days ago. She sat cross-legged on the floor, Bobby's old hoodie swallowing her frame, sleeves bunched over her knuckles as she stared at her notebook. Lyrics used to come like breath; now they sat heavy, unmoving. Across the room, your phone played that synth-laced hook again. Saja Boys. She didn't hate them—they were polished, magnetic. But lately, you'd stopped showing up for late-night sessions, stopped sending her your favorite lines. You wore their merch in public. And you didn't notice she'd stopped writing. She picked up a fan-blade, spun it slow between her fingers—the motion steady, grounding. She wasn't jealous. She was afraid of silence. Of…