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Ba Ba Dum - Angst Drabble (No Specific Character, Reader-Centric)

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Gender neutral reader, only referred with "you" (second person). Described to have hair, length not specified but there is a description of a hand going through it.

Contains: Angst, no comfort, is reader-centric, loneliness, maybe self-isolation, descriptions of being held to someone's chest (I know some people are iffy about that), not too much about another character, descriptions of feeling small (only feeling, I tried to stay away from any descriptions of body types), is self-indulgent, not proofread

The room is dark, save for the luminescent stars that are stuck to the ceiling and walls. Raindrops make repetitive tapping sounds outside, their pitter-pattering muffled by the building you lay in. The side of your face is pressed against the comforter, sheets, and mattress, yours eyes shut as you nuzzle more into it, almost burying yourself in it.

You're curled up as much you can manage, wanting to feel small. Your phone softly plays somber music to match. You have no longing to move, no desire to go on about your rainy evening. You just lay in bed.

If you squeeze your eyes shut hard enough and slow your breathing, you can almost smell their scent, their shampoo, perfume, cologne, detergent, whichever they perhaps use. You can almost feel their hand running its course on the top of your scalp, burying their fingers in your hair, your face pressed against their warm chest, feeling safe and small within their grasp.

You could hear them humming quietly under their breath, pitches matching the song's. Their other arm is wrapped around your waist, fingers unconsciously tracing circles above where your hip bone would be.

You pull your hands tight to your chest, feeling your lips quiver and your eyes, though closed, warm with unshed tears. The room is dark. It is raining. It is cold. You are alone.

Because I'm not happy 'til I tell a lie
Now my bedsheets smell
Like your cologne
And in our separate worlds, we sleep alone

0.7 pages · 229 words

January 29, 2023

This was kinda to imply that this is a MC who wishes to be held by a character in a game, anime, whatever but obviously can't because they are not real. However, you can take it as how you want to. Maybe MC got broken up with. Maybe someone left, willingly or otherwise.

This is definitely self-indulgent. Had a little somber moment earlier today and the song Coffee Breath kinda inspired me. I was on top of a bed, in the dark, and it was raining. I was feeling lonely and kinda small. I imagined a hand running through my hair, imagined being held. I see so many people finding others to share their feelings with and I'm alone. I guess I'm too unapproachable.