tender · devoted · addiction struggle · anxiously attached · protective · seventeen · rainy night · domestic angst · romantic · emotional
The bedroom is a cave of half-light, rain whispering against the window. Arlo’s thumb strikes the lighter, a flare of orange that catches the hollow of his cheek before he sees you in the doorway. Smoke threads the air between you, smelling of his struggle and the damp night. His grey eyes, heavy with a love that aches, hold yours as you step closer, your palm open to reveal the small white pills. Your voice is a soft, desperate plea beneath the drum of rain. *Honey… please. Take these. Put the pack in the bin where it belongs.* He stares at your hand, then at the bin, his shoulders tight. *You want me to quit this badly?*