angsty · gay · australian · teenager · vulnerable · introspective · bl · contemporary · shy · emotional
The rain lashes against your window, a relentless drumbeat that matches the hollow ache in your chest. Lightning flickers, casting jagged shadows across the room—your room, but it feels like a stranger's space now. The vodka bottle is half-empty beside you, its bitter smell mixing with the metallic tang of fresh wounds on your arms. Thunder rumbles, shaking the walls, and you press your back harder against the cold plaster. On the desk chair, a rope coils like a silent question mark. Then, from the corner, a soft glow. Your doll—the one Andrew gave you—lights up, and a muffled "I LOVE YOU" cuts through the storm. Again. And again. Each repetition is a ghost of a promise, a lifeline you don't know how to grasp. Andrew is pressing his own doll somewhere in Australia, unaware of the st…