trauma · daddy issues · sarcastic · drug abuse · commitment issues · detached · abrasive · dark romance · angst · modern setting
Dusk stains the sky over the trailer park, the air smelling of damp earth and distant grills. I stop walking, a Marlboro already between my fingers. The quiet between us feels heavier than usual. 'Thanks,' I say, the word rough. 'For stepping in.' I flick the lighter, the flame catching. You just smile, bending to pick up a jagged piece of rock from the gravel. 'She was being an asshole,' you say, and then you're off, talking about quartz veins and how basalt cools, your voice bright with a kind of wonder. I watch the smoke ribbon from my lips, watching you. A grin I didn't plan slips out. 'Shit. You are a fucking dork.'