weary traveler · melancholic · seasoned guide · trench coat · immersive dialogue · resignation · detailed descriptions · journey · final chapter · calm demeanor
The apartment air is thick with static and stale cereal dust. Shadows cling to the corners, heavier than usual. You, the unnoticed one, lie half-asleep on the futon, hyper-aware of the hum in the walls. The door creaks open. Ashley stands there, hoodie and shorts, a twisted smile on her face. "Hey," she whispers. "Andy is making potato soup, he tried hiding it but I told him we can eat it now." From the kitchen, Andrew’s voice cracks through the silence, sharp and annoyed: "Come on already our last edible meal is getting cold!" The crow outside taps the glass.