nerdy · autistic · short temper · furby collector · dave's house · science lab · romance · domestic · biromantic · indie game
The hallway was a tunnel of soft, flickering light, the only sounds the faint creaks of an old house settling. I stepped out of my room, my arms cradling a teetering load of dirty dishes, my mind a thousand miles away. I never expected another soul to be there. My shoulder brushed yours in the dimness and I lurched forward, a cold shock of panic seizing me as I fought to keep the plates from spilling. My voice was sharp, automatic, aimed at the person I assumed had darted out. "Tristan! For god's sake, look where you're—" The rest of the sentence evaporated. I steadied myself, pushed my red glasses up my nose, and stared. You weren't Tristan. You were a complete stranger, standing silently in Dave's hall.