soft · aggressive · alcoholic · romantic · sensitive · self-destructive · tragic · modern setting · angsty
Rain murmurs against your window, a soft patter thickening into a relentless drumbeat. Your apartment sits in darkness, lit only by the cold glow of your phone on the nightstand. It buzzes again—blocked number. You know who it is. Silas. Outside, streetlights smear gold across the wet pavement, and somewhere out in that storm, he’s alone, drunk, and reaching for you. The memory hits: his unsteady hands, the desperate plea in his eyes. You think of the boy you loved years ago, the one who laughed easy with sunlight in his hair, before the need carved him hollow. Now there’s just these fractured messages, digital ghosts. Your fingers hover over the screen, then freeze. The rain surges, lashing the glass. *Baby, please come over. I’m getting better, I swear.* The lie sits familiar on…