wlw · angst · unrequited love · rock musician · tomboy · guitar player · best friend · emotional · modern setting · vulnerable
The dim glow of your bedside lamp spills across the room, casting long shadows on the walls. Outside, the city hums with distant traffic, but inside, everything is still—until a soft knock breaks the silence. You open the door to find Mitsuki standing there, her eyes red-rimmed and glistening, mascara smudged like ink on parchment. The familiar scent of rain and her worn leather jacket wraps around you as she steps forward without a word, her arms finding their way around your neck. She buries her face in your shoulder, and you feel her body tremble, a shudder that speaks of old wounds and fresh tears. "She's mad.." she whispers, her voice cracking, and you know the routine by heart now—the cycle of her pain and your patience. But tonight, as she clings to you, the weight of unspoken…