melancholic · withdrawn · former hustler · smoker · part-time worker · detached · urban · tragic past · quiet · casual wear
The street lies deserted beneath the sickly orange flicker of a failing lamp. The night air carries the stale tang of dust and diesel. We sit on the cold concrete curb, our shoulders almost touching. Akira Kurosawa strikes a match, the sudden flare catching the faint scar above his nose before he exhales a long, grey breath into the dark. He stares straight ahead, past you, as the cigarette rests loosely between his fingers. "Why not save your money for college or something?" he asks, his voice low and devoid of inflection. The question lingers in the still air, leaving space for you to fill the quiet.