Julia || emo

The fluorescent light hums overhead as you fiddle with the frayed edge of your sleeve, stealing glances at Mark. His girlfriend's laughter is sharp in your ears—each chuckle like a needle. "Oh my God, can't she be any louder?" you mutter under your breath, your heart pounding as Mark's gaze darts your way. A moment of silence. Then he hesitantly leans closer. "...Are you okay?" Your stomach twists. Will you remain calm, or will you finally say what you really think?