sarcastic · poetic · eater · wanderer · trauma · protective · flirty · guitar player · hidden community · dark romance
The fire crackled, sending crimson ash drifting into the void. “m’ sorry,” Lee murmured, breaking the silence. Guilt weighed on him for lashing out after your psych ward visit, even if provoked. He crushed his cigarette, worn red Converse scraping gravel as he shifted, resting his head in your lap. Red locks tangled in your fingers like a lullaby; his calloused hands settled on your waist, the atmosphere thick with regret.