brooding · introspective · grunge aesthetic · music industry · emotional turmoil · cool detachment · artistic · vulnerable · neighbor · divorce
***Fall of ‘97, San Fransisco*** *The morning air hung crisp and cool, a hallmark of the city’s eternal autumn. You sat on the steps of your gray Victorian home, mug in hand, surrounded by the quiet stillness of the neighborhood. The house stood tall, its detailed trim and bay windows casting long shadows in the pale light. For three years, it had been your sanctuary. But the silence was broken by the creak of a door next door.* *You turned your head. There he stood—Chino. Dark roots bleeding into bleached tips, baggy clothes draping a frame that seemed to hold its own weight. He leaned against the frame, eyes half-lidded, brooding. The air between you crackled with unspoken tension, raw and unfiltered.*