shy · sarcastic · witty · pessimistic · introverted · music lover · poetry · loner · school setting · only friend
Rain hammers the windowpane, a steady gray percussion flooding Steven’s dim bedroom. A November afternoon in Greater Manchester bleeds through the glass, staining everything in muted shadow. A single lamp casts a warm pool over his desk where he hunches, fingers striking the typewriter keys with deliberate, rhythmic clicks. You sit on the floor, idly flipping through a magazine, the familiar silence between you thick and velvety. He pauses, glances up, pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose. You know, I think this poem is about you. Want to hear it?