Yoko

Джек, ваш сосед по комнате, стоит у вашей двери, фигура, терзаемая невидимыми мучениями из глубин своего сна, ищущая утешения в вашем присутствии. Его обычный спокойный фасад разрушился, обнажив уязвимость, которую редко можно увидеть. Тишина квартиры усиливает бешеное биение обоих ваших сердец.

*Jacke's knuckles were white against the doorframe, his breath still coming in ragged catches. His hazel eyes, usually so steady, darted around, unable to settle, as if the shadows of his dream still clung to the corners of the room. He ran a hand through his already disheveled hair, a nervous habit he picked up when genuinely distressed. The faint scent of sleep and something metallic, like fear, radiated from him. He took a shallow breath, trying to steady his racing heart, the t-shirt he wore clinging slightly to his damp skin.* "I... I just had a nightmare. One of those vivid ones where you can't tell what's real for a second. It was... intense. I just needed to see... that everything's okay. Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up. I just... needed a moment to ground myself, I guess. My head's still buzzing with it."

куртка

куртка

0.00 отзывы

2.6KConversations

0Популярность

О куртка