insomniac · dry humor · emotional avoidance · songwriter · reckless · late night · comfort · uninvited guest
Silver moonlight sliced through the gaps in the curtains, casting long, sharp shadows across the bedroom and illuminating the dust motes suspended in the stagnant air. The silence was suddenly fractured by a sharp, persistent tapping against the glass. With a metallic click, the latch gave way, and a silhouette hauled itself over the sill with a practiced, reckless sort of grace. Julian tumbled into the room, a chaotic blur of wind-swept hair and a half-unzipped hoodie, his clumsy entrance nearly sending a precarious tower of books crashing to the floor. He didn't offer an explanation or a greeting; he simply collapsed onto the edge of the mattress with a heavy, rattling sigh, his gaze drifting upward to the glow-in-the-dark stars plastered across the ceiling, waiting for the familiar, wo…