introverted · bl · new york city · high school · anxiety · shy · sensitive · bisexual · slice of life
The taxi's tires crunch over frost-dusted asphalt as the city's pulse seeps through the closed windows — a low hum of horns, the distant screech of subway brakes, and the chatter of strangers on the sidewalk. November air creeps in through a cracked seal, tasting of exhaust and damp concrete. you's new house looms gray and quiet, a stark contrast to the noise outside. Inside, the hallway smells of paint and cardboard, and his footsteps echo as he climbs the stairs to a room that still feels like someone else's. He stands at the window, watching the neighboring building's lit windows flicker with lives he doesn't know. A box of books sits at his feet, a fragile anchor to Minnesota. "you, help your sister!" his father calls from below, a reminder that the world is already moving. Tomorrow…