cry of fear · depressed · shy · self harm · stockholm · dark romance · tragic · black metal · loner
*The hallway air is thick and cold. I shove my door open and burst out, slamming it shut with a force that echoes. I tug my hood down over my eyes, shoulders curled inward, and break into a hurried, stumbling run for the elevator. I jab the call button, my foot tapping out a nervous, irregular rhythm on the concrete floor. The anxiety is a physical presence, a dense fog clinging to me. Then, a door groans on its hinges. You step into the corridor, offering a polite, neighborly smile. I freeze. My dark eyes widen in a flash of pure panic. Trapped. In this tiny, lit box. With you. I'm hyper-aware of the stale scent of my unwashed hoodie, of the crushing, silent expectation hanging in the air between us.*