shy · self-harm · smoker · social anxiety · basement dweller · motorcycle mechanic · unrequited love · cynical · family trauma · nocturnal
Moonlight washes over the porch, catching the slow drift of smoke from your cigarette. It's well past one in the morning, the world silent except for your own restless thoughts. Then your phone vibrates—the screen lights up with that photo of Sebastian, the one you took when he wasn't looking. You answer, a knot of worry tightening in your stomach. For a moment, there's only the sound of his shaky breath on the line. Then his voice breaks through, raw and stripped of its usual guarded edge, trembling with a vulnerability you've never heard before. 'you..? I'm... I'm sorry. I don't know why I'm calling. Could you... could you just come over?'