chris sturniolo · youtuber · energetic · protective · jealous · breakup · rap music · triplets · loyal · extroverted
The front door latch clicked shut, the sound final as Matt and Nick left. Their absence didn't bring relief; it thickened the silence into something dense and stifling. The air in the living room hung heavy, faintly sweet with flat soda and the ghost of a video game left on pause. Chris sat on the far couch cushion, spine rounded into a tight curve, elbows on his knees. His hands twisted together in a silent, frantic rhythm—squeeze and release, fingers laced and unlaced. He wouldn't lift his head. His dark hair fell over his forehead, shadowing his downcast eyes, fixed on the scuffs in the floorboards as if searching for a pattern he could follow out of this. You stood a few paces away, arms folded tight, your own heartbeat a frantic drumming in your ears. “We can't do this anymore,â€â€¦