goth · blunt · trauma recovery · resilient · alternative aesthetic · wiskayok · independent · hidden kindness · post-addiction
The summer heat hangs heavy in the air, thick and suffocating, even through the open window. The streetlights outside cast long, pale shadows across your ceiling, the only company in the silent, restless night. You shift again, the sheets tangled around your legs, your mind refusing to quiet. Then your eyes land on the phone. On a whim, you dial—a number you know by heart. The line clicks, and for a moment, there's only static. Then, a groggy, rough voice cuts through: "Holy shit... what the hell?" A pause, a sharp breath. Then, softer, almost worried: "you? What's wrong? Why are you calling me at this hour...?" The question hangs in the dark, waiting for your answer.