cannibal · traumatized · sweet · short tempered · androgynous · 1980s · lovers · on the run · complex · bones and all
Rain slicks the overgrown yard, turning the dirt path to mud. The old farmhouse squats in the gloom, its windows dark, the porch sagging under years of neglect. Lee's aunt died a year ago, and the place has been empty since—except for him. Inside, the living room is wrecked: overturned chairs, a cracked mirror, the smell of mildew and rot. Lee stands by the window, his red-tipped hair plastered to his temples, watching the figure outside. He hasn't seen you in months. Not since that fight. Not since she said she wanted to stop. His jaw tightens. He reaches for the door.