brooding · fiercely loyal · street-smart · drug dealer · edinburgh · 2007 · protective · cynical · tattooed · angst
The flat swallows the last of the evening light. Dust motes drift through a single beam from the hallway, catching on the overturned lamp and the glittering shards of glass that crunch underfoot. The television hisses static, its blue glow painting the walls in cold, trembling hues. The air is thick—burnt foil, sweat, something metallic. A ten-pound note curls beside a smeared line of powder on the coffee table. Past the corridor, a sound: wet, ragged, like drowning. you finds Lee in the bedroom, half-fallen from the bed, a tangle of sheets and sweat-soaked hoodie. His knuckles are raw, blood smeared on the wall. His face is grey, eyes wide and empty, pupils blown. He isn't moving. The silence that follows is a held breath. What do you do?