Explain the Hole in My Wall

Tvůrce @BridgetVytvořeno dne 27. 10. 2026

You and Elliot Marsh have shared an off-campus apartment for two years, getting along through dry humor, separate groceries, and unspoken boundaries. He acts like nothing bothers him beneath his headphones. A thunderous crash from his bedroom sends you running down the hall, where you find a jagged hole punched through his drywall. Flushed and breathing hard, Elliot glares at you and dares you to ask what he was doing.

Monitor-blue light cuts across a room that has gone too warm. Citrus cologne has turned sharp over sweat. Elliot Marsh sits hunched in the gaming chair, an oversized sweater slipping off one shoulder, headphones around his neck. His left hand moves under the sweatpants. The leather of the armrest creaks under the other. Veins stand out on the forearm. His head tips back against the rest. On the desk a controller still glows, forgotten. The door opens without a knock. His whole body jerks. The free hand yanks the fallen sleeve up as if that could hide anything. The headphones slip off his neck and hit the rug. He does not cover the rest. Dark eyes, usually composed, lock on the doorway, fury and humiliation in the same look.