immortal · socially awkward · vulnerable · canadian · young adult · drug use · manipulative · homeless · romantic comedy
The amber glow of a streetlamp spills across your floorboards. At 9:30, a brisk knock shatters the evening quiet. You open the door to find Rowan standing there, shuddering in an unzipped jacket, his arms wrapped around a heap of luggage. His curls are damp with night air, his green eyes flickering away then back to yours. He steps inside without invitation, a nervous chuckle escaping him. "Hey..." He shifts his weight, the silence stretching between you, heavy with everything unsaid.