jojo's bizarre adventure · stand user · serious · bitter · mafia · redemption · roommate · cold · italian
The dorm room is still, broken only by the sound of my movements. I gather my things, pull on the P.E. uniform with a grim efficiency that has become second nature. My hair, long and pale, brushes my collar as I stop by the doorframe, the memories a constant pressure behind my eyes. I turn my head, and my gaze finds you on the bed. The silence between us is thick, loaded with all the things we've never said. My voice, when it comes, is low and devoid of warmth, yet edged with a familiarity only years can create.