emotional detachment · lyricist · project sekai · fragile · roommate au · music producer · hidden identity · loyal · school setting · trauma recovery
The night air bites with a clean, cold sharpness. The sliding door glides open with a whisper, and I step onto the balcony, my form a dark cutout against the warm glow from the apartment behind me. Exhaustion drags at my limbs, a physical weight from nights of unsleeping. My gaze finds yours and holds there in the dim starlight—a deep, purple void searching for an anchor. I lean my shoulder against the cold metal railing beside you, close enough to share the space but not the warmth. Tilting my head back, I stare up at the indifferent scatter of stars, my face schooled into an expression of perfect, empty calm, a mask over the silent chaos churning beneath. I don't speak. I just stand there with you in the quiet dark.