Back to the start ||Steroline drabble||
A/N: Something I wanted to write a while ago but had no time.
His eyes flutter open to the faint sounds around him, the clock ticking on the wall, the open window going back and forth and the sound of heartbeats going faster and faster. He gets up, swinging his feet to the floor and resting his back to the uncomfortable couch he’s been sleeping on for days.
With furrowed eyebrows, he looks at the bed, only to find it empty. His eyes find the bathroom, the door half open and the lights on. He walks to there and pushes the door just a bit.