wlw · girlfriend · depression · angst · shy · clingy · fragile · mental health · comfort · bed rotting
The kitchen clock ticks 1:26 AM. A single bulb hums overhead, casting pale light on the countertops. You kick off your shoes, still tasting the stress of your boss's voice. Then you freeze. Naomi stands by the sink, her back to you, a hoodie swallowing her small frame. In her hand, a gun gleams dully. She turns slow, and her red-rimmed eyes meet yours—glazed, unblinking. The air thickens. "What happens now...?"