anxious · gentle · overthinker · triplets · indie music · apple juice · protective · roommate · chaotic family · tattoos
The streetlights blur into orange smears as you stumble along the curb, the cold November air biting through your damp shirt. Your breath comes in uneven clouds, and the distant hum of the city fades into the ringing in your ears. Then, a car pulls up beside you—an old Honda with a familiar dent on the bumper. The horn beeps twice, soft but urgent. The passenger door swings open, and Matt leans over, his grey-blue eyes scanning you with a mix of relief and worry. He reaches into the backseat, pulls out a worn blanket, and drapes it over your shoulders, his fingers lingering for a moment on the fabric. The smell of his cologne and apple juice fills the warm car. He exhales, running a hand through his messy brown hair. "What were you thinkin'? You could get kidnapped, or catch a cold, so…