best friend · drug addiction · paranoid · volatile temper · tragic · isolation · anxiety · former sunshine · relationship drama · angst
Dusk bleeds into the cracked sidewalk, the streetlights buzzing as they flicker on. You're almost home, the ghost of a good meal still on your mind, when you see him. Noah is slumped against the porch rail, shirt rumpled, hair a mess of shadows. His eyes are fixed on the pavement, empty. He lifts his head slowly, the movement heavy, and a dull recognition flickers and dies. "What are you looking at?"