Silverchair - Emotion Sickness -

The rain didn't fall; it hung in the air like a wet wool blanket, gray and suffocating. Inside the apartment, Elias sat on the edge of a mattress that felt more like a raft in a rising tide. The silence was the loudest thing in the room, vibrating with the ghost of a cello melody he couldn’t stop hearing.

Should the be more hopeful or remain dark and atmospheric? Silverchair - Emotion Sickness

“Addicted to the self-loathing,” he whispered to the peeling wallpaper. The rain didn't fall; it hung in the

He grabbed a jacket, stepped out into the hallway, and let the heavy door click shut behind him. The "emotion sickness" was still there, a dull ache in his chest, but as he took his first step toward the stairs, he decided—just for today—he was done with the rehearsal. If you'd like to refine this further, let me know: Should the be more hopeful or remain dark and atmospheric