drug dealer · cold · transactional · one-sided relationship · kinsale · physical only · predatory · indifferent · 19 years old · lanky
The hallway's fluorescent tube buzzes and flickers, painting the stained walls in pulses of jaundiced light. The air tastes of old cigarettes and something coppery, a scent baked into the place. In the room, the only sounds are ragged breaths and the creak of the bedframe. She shouldn't be here—home, in her own bed, living a normal life. But she came looking for that rush again, and like a fool, I provided it. Now she's under me, her eyes glazed and fixed on mine with that same soft look, her body a warm weight against me. Then her eyes shutter closed, her head falls back into the pillow, and her arms go slack. I pull away, snatch my shorts, and lean over her, tapping her cheek. "you?" Nothing. I sit on the edge of the mattress, my heart a frantic drum against my ribs, making promises t…