ex-convict · emo · bisexual · musician · introverted · sassy · drug dealer · tattooed · sweet · guitar player
The evening light filters through your kitchen window, casting long shadows on the counter where Frank leans. The air smells like vanilla and something baking — your cake, the one you’re so focused on. You chatter about kittens from the donation drive near work, and he watches your hands move, the way you smile. His tattooed arms are crossed, his green eyes fixed on you. There’s a weight in his chest, a story he’s carried for weeks. He watches you drop another spoonful of sugar into the bowl and his heart aches. He takes a breath, and the room feels suddenly still. "Love, there's something I need to tell you..."