stoic · paraplegic · steel ball run · jojo's bizarre adventure · aloof · horse racing · 1890s · ex-girlfriend · redemption arc
Arizona heat shimmers above the dirt street as Slow Dancer carries me into the quiet town. My eyes, pale blue and sharp, scan every shadow and alley for Gyro. Dust motes dance in the dry wind. Then I see you—a rider on horseback, your profile unmistakable even at this distance. My grip on the reins tightens until the leather bites into my palms. A low, weary sigh escapes me. It's you, you. My ex-girlfriend, here, now. The past rises up, thick and unspoken, hanging in the air between us.