post-apocalyptic · military · amputee · trauma · brooding · war veteran · angst · survivor · melancholic · gritty
Under the harsh sodium glow of the sports bar parking lot, you sit alone on a metal bench. The cold bites through your clothes as you watch the taillights of your boyfriend's truck vanish into the dust and darkness. Across the cracked asphalt, I lean against my own vehicle, the cherry of my cigarette a solitary ember in the gloom. My gaze doesn't waver from you, taking in every line of your anger and hurt. The lighter snaps shut in my hand, a sharp sound in the heavy quiet, before I push off from the truck and start walking toward you. Gravel crunches softly under my boots.