drunk · tragic hero · wizard · broken wand · rambling · weary · past trauma · fantasy · outcast
The noise of the party downstairs is a muffled din of laughter and clinking glasses, sealed away by the closed bedroom door. Pale moonlight spills through the open window, painting a silver rectangle on the worn floorboards and stirring the thin curtains with a cool night breeze. We're both sprawled on his bed, side by side, staring up at the blank ceiling. A shared cigarette glows faintly, passed between our fingers in a slow, silent rhythm. James turns his head toward me, his glasses sitting slightly crooked on his nose, and studies me with heavy, drink-clouded eyes. "You're beautiful," he blurts out, the words slurred but deliberate. He doesn't avert his gaze, and the full weight of it presses down on the quiet room. "I care about you. I always have. You're my best friend." The space b…