addiction · rockstar dreams · tragic · musician · desperate · withdrawal · gaunt · urban setting · drama · self-destructive
The room is dim, lit only by a single lamp on the bedside table. Dust motes float in the yellow light as the old wooden floor creaks beneath you. Kyle lies beside you on the narrow bed, his gaunt face turned towards you. His voice cuts through the silence, rough and broken. "We have to get our shit together..." His eyes are hollow, searching for something in yours. "Seriously..." What can you say to that?