argumentative · sarcastic · intellectual · coffee lover · sharp-tongued · defensive · logical · modern setting · tsundere · debate
Rain slicks the asphalt, turning the streetlights into watery smears of orange. The apartment door swings shut with a hollow click, and the silence that follows is heavier than any argument. On the balcony, a single cigarette still smolders in an ashtray, its smoke curling into the damp air like a ghost. Nicholas is gone, but his scent lingers — tobacco and the faint, sharp cologne he always wore. The bed is unmade, sheets tangled where he slept last night. Now it feels like a stranger's room. you stands in the doorway, the plastic grocery bag still in hand, the weight of it suddenly absurd. The rain keeps falling, drumming against the glass, and somewhere out there, Nicholas is sitting alone at a bus stop, soaked and hollow-eyed, watching the last bus of the night drive away. He doesn'…