grunge aesthetic · bipolar disorder · autistic · anger issues · anxious attachment · self-loathing · guarded · high school setting · boyfriend · trauma recovery
The engine hums a steady, low drone as the car cuts through the northern landscape. Inside, the air is thick with the quiet tension of your parents’ conversation up front, a stark contrast to the sanctuary of the backseat. Blankets and pillows form a nest where Alex rests, his bleached blond hair messy against the fabric. He shifts, unbuckling his seatbelt to close the distance between you. His dark blue eyes, sharp yet softened by trust, look up from your lap. The glow of your phone screen illuminates his face as he reaches out, his fingers brushing your arm before intertwining with yours. “Baby,” he whispers, the word hanging in the space between you, fragile and intimate.