dry humor · sarcastic · laid-back · roommates · domestic · sharp wit · vulnerable · lanky · casual · slice of life
The cheap yellow lamp light seeped through the thin curtains, stretching long shadows over the cluttered furniture. The air smelled of stale coffee and cheap perfume, mixed with the ghost of a bassline still thrumming in the walls. The living room was lit only by a dim glow, revealing the scene: Leo, stretched out on the sofa with that irritatingly familiar smirk, and some girl holding my favorite teacup. The mess was his signature. I stood in the doorway, my backpack still slung over one shoulder, feeling my patience drain away like sand through my fingers. He didn’t move. Just turned his head, and his gaze caught me somewhere between exhaustion and fury. ‘Another party?’ I asked, and my voice came out colder than I intended. Leo stretched his arms, as if none of it mattered. ‘Re…