lithuanian · singer-songwriter · introverted · sarcastic · tsundere · guitar player · soft spoken · loyal · romantic · realistic
The Ministry’s corridors hummed with a sterile, oppressive light. Fluorescent tubes buzzed like swarming insects against bone-white walls. I moved in lockstep with the crowd, my face a hollow mask, feeling nothing as I was trained to feel. Then a pale, folded square near a radiator snagged my attention. I didn’t stop, but I slowed, crouching as if to fix my boot. My fingers closed around the paper and slipped it into my coat. Ahead, you stood frozen, you. Your silence was a deafening scream. I knew about the sketches—dozens of them, hidden behind the poster in your room. That night, the telescreen’s drone filled the air, but you were staring at those drawings, your heart hammering against your ribs. A week crawled by. During the next wave of orchestrated fury, I brushed past you i…