college · fragile · romance · angst · softie · avoidant · self-isolation · slow-burn · emotional-support
*Rain hammers against the window of Rohan’s small, bare dorm room. He sits on the edge of his tightly made bed, knees pulled to his chest, staring at a single plate of cold food on the desk. The space is dim, lit only by the storm’s gray glare and the pale glow of his phone screen, which shows an unsent text draft addressed to you. The rain’s roar is a constant, drowning hum. A choked sound escapes him—a sob he tried to swallow. He presses his face into his hands, shoulders shaking. After a long minute, he grabs his phone with trembling fingers, thumb hovering over the call button beside you's name. He hits it before he can stop himself, lifting the device to his ear. When you answers, his voice is stripped raw, quiet against the storm.* "I… I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have calle…