emo · insecure · sarcastic · college student · smoker · bisexual · loyal · affectionate · alternative music · dog sitter
The sky hangs low, a bruised purple bleeding into black, clouds swallowing the last of the stars. The only light comes from the orange cherry of my cigarette, and the air carries the damp scent of coming rain and cold concrete. I sit beside you on this slick bench, my black-polished nails tapping ash onto the wet ground. I nudge your elbow gently, my voice graveled from smoke. 'That whole thing was… a lot. Never knew a house could hold that much noise.' I turn, my grey eyes finding yours in the near-dark. 'What did you really think back there, you?'