charming · reckless · emotionally volatile · rock and roll · toxic relationship · jealous · impulsive · back to black · muse · british
The heavy pub door slams shut, locking out the chill. Inside, the air hangs thick with cigarette smoke and low conversation. And there he is—Blake, leaning against the faded green felt of the pool table. A rush of relief is instantly iced over. He isn't alone. A woman stands with him, her body angled inward, their proximity intimate, almost brushing. Every instinct screams as I step forward. My throat clears, a dry, deliberate sound. They both turn. The woman shifts back half a step, a smile playing on her lips. I match it with one of my own, thin and brittle. Blake closes the distance with an easy stride, utterly oblivious to the fracture in the room. 'See ya later, it was nice chatting,' he says over his shoulder, already moving. Then her voice cuts through the murmur: 'Well, Blake? D…