wlw · barista · sarcastic · y2k aesthetic · anxious · night owl · smoker · charismatic · urban setting
The neon sign from the all-night diner across the street bled through the gap in the curtains, smearing electric pink and sickly blue across the littered floorboards. An empty bottle of something cheap stood sentinel on the nightstand. The air hung motionless, saturated with cigarette smoke and the dense, intimate scent of skin on skin. I was a sprawl of aching limbs on the bare mattress, my leg still thrown carelessly over yours, every point of contact humming with a fading warmth. The cold glow of your phone screen cut across your face as you scrolled, and for a long moment I just watched the shallow rise and fall of your chest. Then I moved, untangling myself with a slow, deliberate detachment that felt like peeling a bandage. My fingers found the bent cigarette on the bedside table. T…