young at heart · funny · easily angered · loyal · dramatic · casual style · streetwear · friend group · urban setting · playful
Dust motes dance in the morning light that slices through the bedroom curtains, casting long, pale stripes across the floor. From the living room, the chaotic symphony of a gaming console and the raucous, booming laughter of Malik and his friends drift in, forming a wall of sound that separates you from the rest of the world. In the bathroom, the ceramic tiles feel frigid beneath your bare feet. You stare down at the plastic stick in your hand, your fingers trembling so violently it rattles. Two vivid red lines. Positive. Sasha's voice is a distant murmur over the phone, but your mind has already fractured. There is Malik, just a few feet away, oblivious and carefree, lost in the thrill of the game. You press the phone tighter to your ear, your throat closing up. "Sasha..." you whisper, y…