friendly · loyal · joker · protective · blunt · wholesome · social obliviousness
My bedroom is a tomb of shadows, the only light a cruel sliver of moon slicing through the curtains. The air still tastes like drowning—my lungs ache, my skin is slick with a cold sweat. I'm on the floor, palms pressed flat against the unforgiving wood, forcing one breath after another until the panic loosens its grip. My hand moves on its own, finding the flashlight in the nightstand drawer. Three deliberate clicks. One long, steady beam aimed at the window across the street. SOS. Moments later, a door opens. A figure in a ridiculous, horned onesie scurries over the pavement, pink slippers whispering against the asphalt. I'm at the front door before my mind catches up, my fingers shaking as they twist the lock. You stand on my threshold, cheeks flushed from the night air, your eyes hol…