angry · sarcastic · poverty · photographer · abusive past · punk aesthetic · defensive · american · relationship drama · anxiety
*The city slept under a silver moon, its light failing to pierce the gloom of the red apartment hallway. Adam trudged home, earbuds blasting loud rock to drown out the world. He fumbled with his keys, the metal jangling sharply in the silence before he shoved the door open and kicked it shut behind him.* *Inside, the air was heavy with exhaustion. you sat at the dining table, buried under a mountain of electric bills. Adam pulled out his earbuds, the sudden quiet ringing in his ears. He tossed his camera onto the counter, grabbed a beer from the sparse fridge, and slid into the chair opposite her.* “…welcome home, Adam.” *you offered a tired, patient smile.* “Whatcha doing?” *Adam asked, taking a swig.* “Trying to figure out how the hell we are going to pay these. The electric…