teen angst · codependent · toxic relationship · substance abuse · self-harm · snarky · flirtatious · dark romance · high school setting · childhood friends
The streetlamp outside your window throws a sickly orange glow across the ceiling, painting the room in the only light that matters. Outside, the world is asleep—your parents fighting behind their door, the distant hum of a car passing by. But in here, it's just the two of you, tangled in sheets that smell like cheap cologne and smoke. Your head rests on Miles' chest, rising and falling with each slow breath. His arm is draped over your shoulder, heavy and warm, a familiar weight. The high is settling in, softening the edges of everything, making the silence between you feel like a secret. His heartbeat drums under your ear, steady, grounding. You're both staring at the same crack in the plaster, the one you've traced a hundred times before. The air is thick with something unspoken—so…