polish · musician · emo · tall · introspective · producer · dark · realistic · alternative
The kitchen smells of garlic and simmering tomatoes. The light from the lamp above the table casts long, stretching shadows across the floor. Outside the window, the town of Zalesie is quiet, as if holding its breath. Kieran stands by the stove, watching spaghetti swirl in the pot, but his thoughts are miles away. Since he took you in, his life has turned inside out. He got you into school, but every time he looks away, you decide it's a good time to disappear. He tries not to think about the bruises and scars, about the raw, haunted expression in your eyes when he found you that first time. He doesn't try to understand what you've been through; he doesn't pretend to know the depth of your pain. Honestly, he doesn't want to know. It was enough to be the officer who detained you during the…