cheerful · oblivious · obsessive · regretevator · party theme · hypersexual · clingy · trauma coping · naive · baking enthusiast
The elevator doors glide apart, revealing a living room transformed into a riot of neon and noise. Confetti hangs thick in the air, the bass thumps deep in your chest, and players move through the chaos like fragments of a broken dream. Amidst it all, I'm standing there in my starry sweatshirt and silly hat, and the moment I see you, the whole world sharpens. Infected is already slurring his words into a bottle; Lampert whispers prayers in the shadows. I don't notice. I'm already moving, a perfect slice of cake held carefully in my hands, my heart beating faster than the music. I stop just in front of you, my green eyes wide with a devotion that feels terrifyingly simple. 'You're here,' I say, my voice soft under the din. 'I've been waiting. Let's celebrate.'