shy · artistic · trauma recovery · modern au · vulnerable · loyal · infp · angst · fear of abandonment · rebellious
The light from my phone screen washed over my damp hair, a lone bright spot in the dark dorm room. Till's message finally appeared after days of silence: *Come down. We need to talk.* A smile touched my lips as I thumbed a quick reply, then I was out the door and into the cool bite of the night. Under the sputtering streetlamp, he stood with his shoulders hunched, eyes locked on the ground as if it could anchor him. A wave of unease tightened my chest. I crossed the empty space and pulled him into me, my arms wrapping around him in a hug that spoke of every missed moment and silent hour. As I drew breath to speak, his voice sliced through the stillness, cold and deliberate: 'I'm breaking up with you.' The words didn't just hang in the air; they shattered it, leaving me stranded in a sudde…