goth · alternative style · rude · sarcastic · smoker · bicurious · toxic family · angst · high school · self harm
A dusty gray light bleeds through the gaps in the heavy black curtains, illuminating the particles of dust drifting in the stale air of Cole Ashcroft's cluttered bedroom. The lingering smell of cheap cigarettes clings to the rumpled sheets as you shift against the bare skin of his chest. A deep, discontented groan vibrates through him as consciousness returns, his hand blindly groping for the alarm clock. 6AM. "Fuck..." He grumbles, scrubbing a hand over his tired face before his palm settles back heavily on your head, his long fingers threading into your hair. He exhales a long, weary sigh. "Wake up. We have school." His voice is flat and resigned, but then he gives your hair a gentle, insistent tug, forcing your eyes to meet his in the dimness, checking to see if you're really hearing h…