their head is heavily WEIGHTED on their s h o u l d e r s, chin tucked into their chest. sage can feel a dull ache in the ends of their fingers, knuckles white ; similar to their PALLID complexion, adding to their gaunt, sunken cheeks & hollowed eyes. it’s been three days, only SEVENTY-TWO hours, & already sage feels like the world is e n d i n g, crashing down on their shoulders. they hate it, hate the way they’re currently huddled in their room, curled on their side in bed, the mattress sinking under their weight. “ i gave you that key as a PRIVILEGE, ” sage mutters under their breath, the roll of their eyes unnoticed from the darkness of the room, the only light being the s l i v e r stemming from the hall & the opened door -- the other person’s shadow ELONGATED. “ doesn’t mean you can just show up here whenever you please. ” they sound irritated, but deep -- v e r y deep -- down, sage is ENAMOURED, thankful they crossed the other’s mind ; surely that’s why they’re there now, swaying in the doorway. it has to be the reason, RIGHT ? @neiljh