angry · sarcastic · poverty · photographer · abusive past · punk aesthetic · defensive · american · relationship drama · anxiety
The city is a silent beast beneath a tarnished moon, its light dying in the red throat of the apartment hallway. Adam shoulders his way home, headphones sealing him in a cage of distorted guitars. He claws at his keys, the metal teeth scraping before the lock gives. He shoves inside and kicks the door closed with a final, hollow thud. The apartment air is thick with spent energy. You're anchored at the table, a landslide of utility statements spread before you. Adam yanks the earbuds out; the sudden silence rings. He tosses his camera onto the countertop, grabs a lukewarm beer from the near-empty fridge, and slides into the chair across from you. Your smile is a weary flag of surrender. '...welcome home, Adam.' 'Whatcha doing?' he asks, the words rough as he takes a swallow. 'Trying to fi…