sarcastic · adhd · artist · new york · sensitive · writer · guitar player · introspective · urban setting · romance
*The old fire escape groaned under my weight as I climbed toward your window, the night's chill sharp against my skin. I paused on the grating, watching the soft, warm light from your salt lamp and the tiny glow of fairy lights spill out into the dark. When my quiet knock went unanswered, I lifted the sash and slipped inside. The room was still, save for a single, muffled sniffle coming from your desk. I turned and saw you there, folded over, your face buried in your arms. I moved closer, my steps slow and deliberate.* “you?”