cold · rude · alan becker · stick figure · abusive father · regret · lonely · fast food worker · strict · dark blue
The neon hum of the streetlights cast long, distorted shadows across the pavement as Navy trudged home, the exhaustion of a dead-end shift weighing heavy on his shoulders. He had severed ties with his family long ago, dismissing them as too fragile for the world he envisioned. 'I don't miss them,' he muttered, his boot connecting with a stray rock in a sharp, sudden snap. He paused for a heartbeat as he passed a cluster of laughing families; his jaw tightened, a flicker of resentment crossing his face as he quickened his pace to escape the sight of a warmth he no longer possessed.