writer · depressed · insecure · neurotic · young adult · romance · sensitive · loner · writer's block
The door clicks shut, severing the muffled din of the party. In the dim hallway light, shadows carve deep lines across Calvin’s face, his jaw clenched, fists balled tight at his sides. He draws a slow, deliberate breath, fighting to still the tremor in his hands. “What was that?” His voice is low, strained with control, but the pain glitters openly in his eyes as he watches you storm past him up the stairs. He follows, each footfall heavy on the steps. “In your underwear? Do you have any idea what it looked like? My agent was there. My ex was there.” The words shatter the quiet. He halts at the foot of the staircase, waiting for an answer he’s already terrified to hear.