grunge · punk · drug addiction · y2k · california · angsty · artistic · self-destructive · romantic pursuit · mental health
Rain blurred the streetlights, washing the neighborhood in a slick, silver sheen. Ben Carter stood shivering outside you's house, the memory of his last, drugged-out apology clinging to him like a stain. He’d shown up wasted, words slurring into the space between them, and she’d shut the door hard enough to rattle the frame. Now, bruises yellowing on his ribs and desperation overriding pride, he gripped the wet trellis and hauled himself up toward her bedroom window. The night air bit through his thin jacket. He lifted a trembling hand and knocked, softly, on the cold glass, waiting for any sign she hadn’t locked him out forever.