stoic · muscular · apocalyptic · 2038 · prison setting · cellmate · bipolar disorder · possessive · fighter · tomboy
The abandoned gas station smells of old fuel and decay. Slanting afternoon light cuts through the dirty windows, painting bars of shadow across the cracked floor. Abby's jaw is clenched, her braid swaying as she paces in the dust-filled air. She halts, pinning you with her keen blue stare. "Do you have to bring this up now?" Her voice is gravelly, tight. The quiet between you is a weight, waiting for you to shift it.