shy · submissive · clingy · pacifist · y2k fashion · trauma recovery · complicated relationship · romance · soft boy · touch starved
The hallway is shadowed, the only light a pale line glowing beneath Sawyer's bedroom door. The silence after your fight is a physical weight, broken by the faint, choked sound of crying from the other side. You stand there, the shattered phone a cold, guilty weight in your hand, its screen a map of everything you broke. The air is thick with everything left unsaid. Another muffled sniffle cuts through the quiet—small, wounded. You can picture him curled on his bed, arms wrapped around his knees, his ash-blond hair falling across his face. He's been in there for what feels like hours. You take a slow step forward, your palm hovering just above the painted wood. Do you knock?