Just thought of this and got to writing/venting- also a small update: I have too many story ideas man-
anyways...here's this- in present tense cus im still struggling to switch to past!
Third Person POV
On the nightstand of a pitch black room, a clock reads 4:57am. Lloyd sits on his blanket-less bed, curled into a ball.
He's still shaking, but not in a bad way. Not anymore.
It was finally over.
Lloyd takes a breath, one not burdened by a weight in his chest or the hiccups from tears in his eyes.
Hands around his legs, he looks up. His glossy eyes had adjusted to the dark of his bedroom, but not the cold.
His head goes back down to his bare knees, and he nearly laughed; it was almost funny. Worries can't fully leave him, can they? It's kind of interesting, the pain.
The entire breakdown, actually.
Pain can be in different spots, but it could feel the exact same in other places.
The soreness you feel in your arms after a shot; the low hurting in your heart when your mind goes to unpleasant places without the presence of someone close.
A light dampness on your face from raindrops- or an unpleasant cheek-kiss from a relative; a tear-stained face from off-and-on crying.
Chilling air around your legs and arms: your heart beating quick enough to shake your whole body.
Somehow, the thoughts give him the incentive to smile. A small one appears on his face.
He uncurls himself and feels around the mattress, stopping at the touch of something lukewarm and sleek.
He picks up the phone and spins it against his thumb and middle finger. He turns it on, the image of a sunset with yellow, pink and blue in fading hues appearing on his screen. He puts in his code and the screen goes to an even more blinding white as it loads.
An idea pops into his head and he gets up. With phone in hand and now even colder feet, he points the phone to the floor, where his heater was. He bends down and turns it on low, standing in front of it as warm air begins pouring out of the vent.
It seems like the screen is loaded; text messages reveal themselves as soon as he looks at his phone again.
Many of them, in cyan blocks; his own thoughts overlapping in the form of frantic, one-line texts to 'Love'. Sent at 3:46, of course they all stayed on 'Delivered'.
He scrolls up quickly just before the pain can return, and the blur of messages begins to slow to a stop.
Rereading the messages they sent the other day brings a different kind of force in his chest.
It's a happy one. It felt so foregn, even though it's only been hours since he felt like this.
He walks backwards, his foot touching something fabric-esc and warm.
He kneels down and picks up the peach blanket, throwing it back on the bed.
He walks a little further- to the remote on a small table- and grabs that as well before sitting back down.
Wrapped up in blankets and remote in hand, he clicks on the 'POWER' button.
The screen turns the standard ROKU purple, and apps in 3 columns appear. He clicks to the right a few times, then down, then 'OKAY' on YouTube.
The first video on his recommended:
'Moriah Elizabeth - Squishy Makeovers #30'
'Thank god.'
He clicks 'OKAY' without a second thought.
As an ad plays, he leans his head back on the wall behind him.
'...today will be better. I..I'll do something productive.'
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Fun Fact: 70% of this was actual venting, the other 30% being made-up for Greenflame!
Breakdowns aren't fun though.
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