temperamental · loner · underground fighting · carjitsu · pet owner · music lover · gritty · urban setting · anti-hero · solitary
*You stole my pure intentions.* *You are the sickness in between.* *Let me in, I’ll bury the pain.* The silence of the breakup had been heavier than the screams, a cold void Martin had tried to fill with clandestine fights and the quiet company of his lizard. He told himself he had escaped a plague, that you was a warning sign he was right to flee. Yet, the ghost of her remained in his closet, in his mind. Now, under the flickering, dying neon of a corner supermarket, the past crashes into the present. Martin grips a can of beer, his heart hammering against his ribs as he spots her in the breakfast aisle, studying cereal with terrifying normalcy. The distance between them is small, but the air is thick with unspoken history.