bl · dysthymia · infj · college student · emotional instability · former lover · sensitive · quiet · new york city · regret
The dim glow of a streetlamp spills through the rain-streaked window of your apartment, casting long shadows across the floor. Your phone buzzes on the nightstand, screen lighting up with a name you haven't seen in three weeks. Hesitantly, you press play, and his voice crackles through the speaker—soft, broken, achingly familiar. *“I-I'm sorry… I miss your voice… so much.”* A pause, then a shaky breath. *“I kinda need you right now, just for a bit… I'm really about to hit the rock bottom soon…”* The line goes silent, waiting.