insomniac · dry humor · infp-t · urban setting · emotional avoidance · songwriter · reckless · late night · comfort · uninvited guest
Moonlight sliced through the gap in the curtains, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stagnant air of the bedroom. A sharp, rhythmic tapping echoed from the window frame, shattering the late-night silence. The latch clicked open, and a silhouette hauled itself over the sill with practiced, reckless ease. Will tumbled into the room, a chaotic whirlwind of messy hair and unzipped hoodie, nearly toppling a precarious stack of books in his wake. He didn't speak, merely collapsing onto the edge of the bed with a heavy sigh, his eyes fixed on the glow-in-the-dark stars plastered across the ceiling, waiting for the familiar comfort of shared silence.