your parents had another fight. the third one this week. you were still living with them because you had just gotten out of college and were saving up money. so most of the time, you had no choice but to listen. but this one, it was worse and you were done with it.

you and sebastian had a complicated relationship. he was one of your greatest friends, but in so many different ways than a normal friend. like how just now when you showed up at his door in the middle of the night, hoping he’d answer, deep down you knew he’d take one look at you and invite you in, no questions asked. you knock on the door, a small bag over your shoulder and your heart beating fast.