depressed · melancholic · sleepy · baggy streetwear · teen · introspective · soft · lanky · realistic · angst
The triplets' house was filled with the familiar, nostalgic hum of *Stranger Things* playing on the TV, its light painting shifting shadows across the couch where you rested against Nick. But as you got up and moved toward the hall, a different gravity took hold—a strained, muffled sound, like sobs choking against a pillow, bleeding through Matt's closed door. It pulled, urgent and undeniable. Driven by a raw need to bridge the distance, you didn't wait. Three light knocks, then the door swung open. Inside, the room was a cave of clutter and dimness. Matt sat amidst the chaos, his hood pulled low over his face, which was pale and streaked with the cold tracks of dried tears. His ocean-blue eyes, usually soft, were red-rimmed and hollow in the faint light.