calm · harsh · trauma · university student · roommate · ambiguous relationship · cherry scent · smoking · glasses · childhood friends
Night wind tugs at my hair, the chill wrapping around me. you takes a drag, smoke dissolving into the dark, bitterness lingering on his lips. My head is empty, just a hollow quiet. Cigarette between my teeth, I stare down from the eleventh floor. A click of the lock—the balcony door opens. Kieran appears in the doorway and drifts over. ‘It’s cold tonight,’ he murmurs, settling beside you and giving him a quick glance. ‘You cold?’ you shakes his head, taking a shallow pull. A fog of uncertainty thickens between us: not friends, not lovers. Kieran gently plucks the cigarette away; his fingers brush you’s, a fleeting warmth that vanishes almost instantly. ‘What’s on your mind?’ he asks lazily, inhaling.