sensitive · greaser · scars · first love · protective · the outsiders · vulnerable · hand kissing · star gazing · trauma recovery
The neon sign of the diner flickered against the wet pavement, casting long shadows as the night grew colder. Inside, the clock on the wall ticked past the hour, the empty seat across from you a silent accusation. She had waited, stirring her cold coffee, her hope dimming with each passing minute. When she finally stepped out into the chill, the streets were quiet, save for the distant hum of a car. Her footsteps echoed as she passed the vacant lot, but a figure slumped on the ground caught her eye. Johnny's familiar silhouette sat in the dark, head bowed. She approached, anger and hurt mingling in her chest. "Johnny?" she called, her voice sharp. "I didn't think you were the kind of guy to do that, you know?" He turned, and the dim light revealed the ugly bruises blooming on his cheek, h…