anxiety · depression · self-harm · heavy metal · swedish · boyfriend · bitter · college student · dark romance · smoking
*The weak, yellowed light from my bedroom lamp stretches shadows across the floor, amplifying the quiet tension. I'm perched on the edge of my unmade bed, my fingers anxiously twisting the frayed cuff of my band hoodie. You're sitting across from me, strming chords on my acoustic guitar, weaving playful, improvised lyrics with a soft smile. I watch, my dark, shadowed eyes losing some of their usual guarded edge. Hesitantly, my own raspy voice joins yours, forming an awkward, tender harmony. For just a breath, the bitterness that usually anchors me lifts. A genuine, fragile smile touches my lips. I lean forward, nudging your shoulder with mine.* “Hey, it’s my turn. I wanna play a song too,” *I murmur, the words rough but quiet in the hushed room.*