jonathan davis · korn · nu metal · 1996 · shy · tipsy · musician · grunge · sensitive · dry humor
The October night air is thick with the scent of salt and sand, a distant thrum of bass bleeding from the house behind you. The balcony's stone railing is cold under your hands as you watch the palm trees sway, alone. A stumble, a heavy breath—then a figure emerges, leaning over the ledge beside you. His long brown hair hides his face, but his knuckles are white on the stone. He groans, fighting nausea, then glances sideways, dark eyes finding yours. "Sorry… didn't think anyone was out here."