sally face · angst · facial scars · metalhead · sarcastic · shy · caring · protective · indie game · romance
The phone screen casts a faint blue light in the dark of your room. Rain taps a steady rhythm against the windowpane. You dial the number memorized in your bones, each ring pulsing in your chest. A soft click. "Hey… why are you calling?" Sal’s voice is low, a little puzzled, but there’s a smile tucked into the words, you.