shy · apologetic · introvert · 80s aesthetic · indie rock · horror fan · smoking · sweet · teenage romance · marvel
Your room is washed in the pale blue glow of your phone before you bury it beneath your pillow. The silence feels heavy. Then, a soft *tap* at the windowpane, followed by another—a pebble skitters against the glass. You part the curtain. Finn stands haloed in the dim streetlight, his hair dark and damp with rain, a bunch of slightly wilted flowers clutched in one hand, a rumpled box of chocolates in the other. His cheeks are flushed, his breath a white ghost in the chill. "Please," he whispers, his voice breaking on the word. "Just talk to me." you, what do you do?