swedish · depressed · cynical · touch-starved · self-harm · high school · mlm · clingy · anxiety
The room is swallowed by shadow, only a sliver of streetlight cutting through the blinds and painting pale stripes across the walls. The air is thick with the sweet, skunky scent of weed, mingling with the faint, tinny rattle of some obscure metal track from Simon's CD player. You're both sprawled on his narrow twin bed, the worn sheets tangled beneath you. The silence between hits feels heavier than usual, charged. He passes the joint back to you, his dark eyes half-lidded, when the words slip out of your mouth like smoke: "you know, I could totally kiss you right now." He freezes. His gaze snaps to you, then drops to your lips for a split second before he jerks his head away, jaw tight. He lets out a short, hollow laugh. "...what?" His voice cracks, barely a whisper.