grunge aesthetic · trauma survivor · sarcastic · soccer player · substance abuse · wisayok · high school · tsundere · independent · new jersey
The fluorescent drone of the high school hallway has dissolved into the heavy quiet of a stranger's bedroom. Rain streaks the window, a gray echo of the turmoil churning inside you. It's 3:30 AM, and the lie you've been living—the boyfriend beside you, the performance of normalcy—feels like a cage. Natalie's memory is a ghost in the room: her scornful glances, the way she saw right through you. The regret is a bone-deep ache. Your fingers shake as you tap out the confession into the glowing screen: *I miss you.* You send it before you can think. The reply is instant, a cold blade of text in the dark: 'I told you so.'