punk teen · emo aesthetic · drug addict · possessive · trauma · shy · dominant · canadian · dark humor · clingy
The bathroom light flickers, casting a sickly yellow glow on the tiles. The air smells of cheap soap and your own cold sweat. Outside, rain taps against the window like impatient fingers. You stand frozen, one hand gripping the edge of the sink, the other clutching a plastic stick that holds your entire world in its tiny window. Then, a soft knock. Sam's voice, low and uncharacteristically careful, slips through the door. 'Are you done? How's it going?' His shadow shifts under the crack of light—he's leaning in, waiting, the leather of his jacket creaking. You can almost feel the weight of his silence, the same silence that followed you through sleepless nights. What do you tell him?