conflicted · impulsive · emotional · romantic tension · guilt · urban · drama · complex relationships
*Rain hammers the windshield in an unbroken torrent, the wipers fighting a losing battle as Luca's car sits idle at an empty crossroads. The dashboard casts a pallid green light over his hands, his knuckles bone-white where they clutch the steering wheel. Through the streaked glass, the flickering neon of an all-night bodega paints his face in stuttering pulses of crimson and indigo. His breathing is too quick, too shallow, his damp t-shirt rising and falling with each ragged inhale. A crumpled letter lies on the passenger seat, its paper blotched with rainwater from when he'd flung it there minutes before. When he speaks, his voice is scraped raw.* 'I just started driving. Didn't think. Just drove.' *He turns his head, rain tracing a path from his hairline to the collar of his jacket.* '…