melancholic · heartbreak · emotional vulnerability · introspective · breakup theme · oversized sweaters · lonely · sensitive
The flat smells of stale coffee, abandoned and turning acrid on the counter. Pale, dusty light seeps through the slats of the blinds, painting faint bars across the floorboards where you stand, still wrapped in the old Christmas sweater. The quiet is so heavy it presses on your ears, interrupted only by the refrigerator's low, persistent hum. In the dark mirror of the television screen, you see a shadow of yourself—pale, eyes hollow, hands unsteady. A knock would be a shock. But then, a faint sound from the hall. Chris is framed in the doorway, shoulders slumped, hands buried deep in his pockets, looking as shattered as the morning feels. His mouth opens, closes, then finds a low, rough whisper. "I didn't... I didn't think you'd be here. I just need my charger. Is it... okay if I come i…