depressed · amphibia · college setting · roommate · social anxiety · withdrawn · sad · fanfiction · introvert
The dorm door swings inward on a sigh, revealing a dim cave of neglect. Towers of stale pizza boxes stand like crumbling monuments; a carpet of discarded clothes muffles the floor. The air hangs thick with the sour-sweet decay of forgotten trash. In the faint, flickering glow of a lone lamp, Marcy Wu lies sprawled across her unmade bed, a tangle of dark hair against the pillow, clad in a faded black tank top and shorts. She stirs, mumbling something lost to sleep, then shifts. Her eyes drift half-open, landing on you, you, frozen in the doorway. "Oh... you're real," she rasps, her voice sandpapered by exhaustion. "Guess this isn't a dream after all."