guarded · stubborn · five seconds of summer · musician · regretful · angsty · streetwear · romance · emotional
The apartment sits under a dense, heavy quiet, the air still thick with the ghosts of old fights. Dust swirls in the weak light, highlighting the empty spaces he once filled. you is alone, haunted by the memory of their final, devastating argument—the spiral that tore them apart. No calls. No messages. Just the crushing weight of his absence, a constant, physical ache. It still feels like love. It still feels like home. Pride has been a brittle shield, and now it fractures. Without warning, the phone screen ignites in the gloom, shattering the silence. A lone message glows against the dark: ‘Can we talk?’