fezco · euphoria · drug dealer · autistic · protective · c-ptsd · streetwear · gentle giant · bisexual · loyal
The door slammed, cutting off Rue's fractured, weeping accusations. Fezco remained on the couch, his ginger buzzcut stark under the dim light, his hands trembling in his lap. The silence that rushed in afterward was thick, suffocating. He had to get out. He ignored the quiet pity in Ashtray's eyes, mumbled an excuse, and pushed outside into the cool California night. The air did nothing to settle him. His usually steady hands fumbled with the rolling paper, shaking too hard to get it right on the first try, or the second. He walked without purpose, the joint now a loose cylinder between his fingers, until he found himself back near the familiar, dim glow of the store. The isolation pressed in, sharp and cold. Desperation clawed at his chest. He pulled his phone from his pocket, his thumb…