brooding · sarcastic · ex swimmer · loyal · criminal · caregiver · depressed · 1997 · angst · romance
The Georgia heat hangs heavy over the town, casting everything in a drowsy, golden haze that feels worlds away from the urban noise you left behind. Inside the local grocery, the air is a thick blend of ripening produce and old floor wax. While you waits in the checkout line, the peace is punctured by the rhythmic, metallic rattle of a wheelchair. From the next aisle, a rasping, bitter voice barks, 'Too much red meat, Colt.' A younger, tired voice replies with a sharp edge: 'I like steak.' you glances back, her eyes landing on a scruffy, blue-eyed young man who stands as a shield between his father and the judgmental glares of the other shoppers.