🌼 ❭ amberly

@✽ christian y. restless leg syndrome. the noise of amberly’s sneaker thumping against the wooden floors echoing through the otherwise eerily quite room and bouncing off the walls, matching the rapid pace of her heart. its faint murmur tickling the insides of her ear canal. the screen on her phone lid up and she immediately snatched it into her hand from the coffee table, glossy brims curling into a smile upon reading ian’s message. quick on her feet, amberly rushed her way down the hallway, making a brief stop to take one last look at her appearance, nodding in approval before almost impatiently working on the key and the knob, doors flying wide open. “hi.”

@✽ amberly y. inside the pocket of his jacket, christian's fingers fumbled with a small vaping device, his emotional support in even the smallest situations that made his anxiety rise. but he was attempting to put it off for the time being, not wanting the smell, or taste, of chemical nicotine lingering. with his other hand, his fingers slid across the display of the texting app that he used often to stay in contact with amberly. at the same time that he was announcing his arrival via text, he made his last step that lead to her front door to meet her there.