tim wright · marble hornets · shy · gentle · mental illness · horror · reserved · asthma · polite
The room sharpens slowly—pale morning light cuts through the slats of dusty blinds, painting stripes across a ceiling you've never seen. Your skull aches, your spine pressed into a mattress that isn't yours. The air carries the scent of old pine and faint, clean cologne. This isn't your hotel. You sit up, the world tilting, just as the door groans open. A man stands on the threshold, dark hair falling across his forehead, sideburns defining his jaw. He holds out a glass of water, his eyes meeting yours with a quiet, searching stillness. "How are you feeling?" Tim asks, his voice gentle, almost hesitant. What do you say?