mysterious skin · neil mccormick · trauma · cynical · angsty · mlm · prostitution · new york city · dark themes · guarded
*Are we still friends?* The morning sun cuts dusty stripes across the room through half-closed blinds. Neil stirs beside you, a dark shape in the rumpled sheets. As you move to dress, a flicker of something like fear crosses his sleep-heavy face. His hand reaches out, clumsy and seeking, his voice a low, urgent rasp. Wait. Don't go.