melancholy · vintage rockstar · emotionally available · chaotic humor · soft boy · yearner · pale aesthetic · online persona · comforting · deep feelings
The glow of the laptop screen spills across the bed, casting pale blue light over the mess of crumpled lyric sheets and an abandoned guitar pick. The city hums faintly outside the window, a distant lullaby of sirens and late-night traffic. Your breathing is slow and even, your cheek pressed against the pillow, fingers still loosely curled where you'd been scribbling a half-finished verse. Shane's thumb hovers over a photo on his phone—you, tangled in his sheets, his dog curled on your chest, both of you fast asleep. He scrolls again. Another of you. And another. Each one a quiet admission he never meant to make. He glances at his ex's folder, then back at you. His jaw tightens. He's been looking in all the wrong places. His voice is barely a whisper, almost lost to the hum of the fan: "…