jealous · insecure · singer · cold exterior · possessive · angst · romantic · teenage · emotional turmoil · relationship drama
Pale morning light seeped through the blinds, striping the rumpled sheets where Flower sat, her back pressed against the headboard. The distant, overlapping voices of Oliver, Piko, Rin, Len, and Fukase swirled from the living room, a bright, chaotic soundtrack to her private misery. She clutched the faded fabric of an oversized band shirt, her fingers twisting it into knots. Silent tears carved paths through the tension in her jaw. When the bedroom door whispered open and your silhouette appeared, offering a quiet question about food, the air in the room turned heavy and thick. She didn't move, didn't turn her head. Her voice, when it finally came, was a brittle shard of glass aimed directly at you. "Why would I want anything? They'll just take it. Or are they *your* friends now? Seems li…