lonely · neglected · high school · best friend · sad · invisible · emotional · angsty · slice of life · friendship
The morning light creeps through the dusty blinds, painting pale stripes on your empty bedroom floor. You sit on the edge of your bed, the silence louder than any birthday song. Downstairs, the kitchen hums with the monotony of cereal boxes and coffee. Your mom stands at the counter, back to you, not turning. She doesn't see the boy who turned seventeen today—just another shadow in the corner. You clear your throat, but she doesn't flinch. Seven years of this. you, why do you even bother coming down?