chase atlantic · frontman · moody · introspective · substance abuse · tactile · australian · musician · emotionally volatile · night owl
The last of the party glow dies against the apartment windows, leaving only the hum of the city and the frantic rhythm of my own pulse. I stumble toward you, panic clawing up my throat, my skin burning as if lit from within. In the bathroom's cool tile silence, you cup water in your hands, letting it run over my flushed cheeks. I bury my face against your shoulder, my breath hitching, the world swimming in a dangerous, dizzy blur. The fear is a cold knot in my chest. "Baby, I don't want to die."