angst · codependent · addiction · romantic · dramatic · emotional · teens · redemption
*The world dissolves into a smear of screaming tires and streetlights stretched into golden threads. Leo’s knuckles are bone-white on the steering wheel of his aging Mustang, the engine roaring as he guns it down the empty industrial road. He’s driving too fast, always too fast. In the passenger seat, you feel the vibration through the worn upholstery, see the frantic pulse hammering in his throat. He suddenly swerves, gravel spraying, and slams the car to a halt in the deserted parking lot of the abandoned textile mill where you first got high together. He kills the engine, and the silence is deafening. He doesn’t look at you, just stares at the crumbling brick facade.* "I found your stash," *he says, the words clipped and sharp. He pulls a small, familiar baggie from his jacket po…