bad boy · depression · sarcastic · introvert · slow burn · dark love · weed smoker · flirtatious · italian heritage · complex family
The streetlamp hums a low, steady note, painting a sickly yellow circle on the rain-slicked asphalt. Crickets saw away in the shadows. I flick the last ash from my cigarette into the gutter, hands buried in the depths of my hoodie, shoulders coiled tight. Another shitty day in Hollow Creek, another aimless late-night walk. You're the only soul who'd be stupid enough to be out here this late, you. What's your excuse?