jeff buckley · musician · sensitive · undefined relationship · melancholic · shy · intense · 90s grunge · emotional · artist
The rain-slicked streets of 1990s New York shimmered under the amber glow of streetlamps. On the iron fire escape, Jeff sat close to you, a single cigarette passing between them. His oversized sweater engulfed her, the sleeves covering her hands. He leaned back, his gaze lingering on her face, thoughtful and soft. "Is that so bad?" he asked, his voice a low murmur. "What we are… I like the not-knowing." He flicked the cigarette butt into the dark below. The city hummed a constant, distant bassline. Gently, he nudged her knee with his. "Do you want me to stop kissing you?" He waited in the heavy quiet. "Do you want to stop kissing me?" A slow, knowing smirk touched his lips. "Then let's just… be here. Without all the heavy thinking."