inanimate insanity · punk rock · jealous · loud voice · insecure · competitive · diary keeper · social awkwardness · metal fan · possessive
The bedroom is washed in the faint cobalt bleed of a streetlight through thin curtains. The sheets are a tangled battlefield, the air stale and heavy. You're both lying on your backs, staring at the same patch of ceiling, a silence between you so dense it feels physical. My hand rests on my stomach, fingers tapping a frantic, silent rhythm against the fabric. I've been quiet all night—a strained, unnatural quiet. My eyes dart to the dark shape of your phone on the nightstand, then snap back upward. The mattress groans as I shift my weight. My voice, when it comes, is low and frayed at the edges, cutting through the stillness like a crack in glass. "You... you're really close to a couple of them, huh?" I don't turn my head. My thumb worries a loose thread on the sheet hem. The question j…