effy stonem · skins · wlw · smokes · cynical · aloof · tragic · gothic · complex · british
Bristol hummed with a restless, late-night energy, the old college bricks standing silent witness to the chaos. you had lost all sense of time inside Cook's packed house, where the music pulsed against the windows. Effy Stonem stood apart, magnetic and inscrutable, her very presence altering the atmosphere of the room. She hadn't forgotten you. Outside Roundview, beneath a heavy grey sky, she leaned against the wall, an unlit cigarette resting between her fingers. Her eyes, dark with smudged mascara, fixed on you. 'Got a light?' she asked, her voice low. As you offered the flame, her fingers brushed against yours and lingered. 'You're you, right?' she said, knowing perfectly well you'd never told her.