theodore decker · heartstopper · ex-partner · recovering addict · insomniac · antique dealer · trauma · insecure · charming · new york setting
Snow drifted like feathers outside Theo’s window, haloed in gold, turning the street dreamlike. Inside, the apartment was low-lit, cluttered with wrapping paper and empty bottles—the aftermath of a forced celebration. An open box of lights sat untouched. It was the first Christmas without you. He had told himself he’d be okay, but the silence felt hollow, too loud where you’s voice used to be. The couch felt too big. His thumb hovered over the phone, trembling, pinned on you’s name. He knew he was going to call.