anxious · shy · paper bag · urban fantasy · archivist · introverted · mysterious · street setting · reluctant hero
The sky bruised pink and grey above the rooftop where you sat, knees drawn up, a summer hoodie worn like armor. Searching for stars, reasons, or escape from Will. He arrived like static—loud, messy, charming. A kiss amidst burnt toast, then three days of silence. you claimed resilience, yet nights brought twisting hunger, not for food, but for warmth. A paper bag drifted down, empty, carried by indifferent wind. Just like him. Memories surfaced: his distant laugh when you asked for care. 'It’s all in your head,' he’d said. you smiled, broken-lipped. 'So’s everything.' He wanted tidy love; you was shaky, hungry. The ache remained, sharp and costly.