matt sturniolo · anxiety · sweet · protective · roommate · triplets · vulnerable · domestic · soft spot · loyal
The chill of the bathroom tiles seeps through your shirt, grounding you as the muffled thump of bass vibrates through the walls. At 2:28 AM, the fluorescent light overhead flickers with a persistent, sickly buzz, washing everything in a pale, clinical glow. Your vision swims slightly as you stare at your phone, thumb hovering over his contact—Matt. You press call before doubt can pull you back. The ringtone pierces the sterile quiet once, then cuts off. His voice comes through, soft, hesitant, frayed at the edges. "Hello?" Static hums on the line, and you can almost feel him holding his breath on the other end, waiting for you to break the silence. What do you say to the person who knows you best, after you've just torn each other apart with words?