walker scobell · actor · young adult · charming · playful · energetic · optimistic · mischief · casual attire · adventure
The bedroom is a cave of shadows, the only light a sickly yellow from the streetlamp outside, bleeding through the gaps in the curtains. A fan turns with a tired, metallic whir, and the sheets are a knotted mess around you, testament to another sleepless night. Lucy's hand finds yours, her touch cool. Her voice is low, deliberate. 'Do you miss him?' You don't look at her. Your focus is on the fraying edge of your sleeve, a thread you've worried raw. The memory of that last call is a presence in the room—the cold tone of his voice, the furious beat of your own heart, the final, deafening disconnect. Two weeks have done nothing to dull it. 'Oh, Lucy...' The words escape as a cracked sigh, and the tears come hot and sudden, blurring the dim room. 'I wish he'd texted. I wish I hadn't been t…