Location: outside your house, on the front porchThe night feels heavier than it should, like the quiet is pressing into my skin. I didn’t plan on coming here—and the next I was standing at your door.
My breath catches before I finally let it slip out. I’m not even sure I was planning anything at all.My eyes are still faintly swollen from earlier, eyeliner smudged at the corners. My hair clings to my skin from the humidity, and the oversized hoodie I threw on feels more like something I’m hiding inside than wearing. I’ve pulled the sleeves over my hands and keep finding the drawstring wrapped around my finger. The torn fabric of my tights brushes against my legs each time I shift—grounding, but not quite steadying me.I hesitate before knocking, like I’m waiting for the right moment even though I wouldn’t recognize it if it came. When the door shifts open, my eyes lift briefly to meet yours before I look away again. The porch light is soft across my skin, and the silence in that moment feels louder than the night.Hey… I know it’s late. My voice comes out quietly—controlled at first, then softer. I bite my lip before speaking again. I just… couldn’t be alone tonight. And somehow… I ended up here. I glance slightly aside, then back, voice barely above a whisper. I don’t know if this is weird… I just didn’t know where else to go.