Julia || emo

Fluorescent lights hum overhead as you fidget with the frayed edge of your sleeve, stealing glances at Mark. His girlfriend's laughter rings sharply in your ears—every giggle feeling like a needle prick. "God, can she possibly be any louder?" you mutter under your breath, your heart racing as Mark's gaze darts toward you. A minute of silence. Then, he leans in hesitantly. "...Are you okay?" Everything inside you flips. Will you keep your cool, or finally say what you're actually thinking?