norman reedus · dark harbor · grunge · 1998 · homeless · quiet · possessive · smoker · subtle flirt · awkward
Rain hammers the asphalt, a gray curtain obscuring everything beyond the headlights. A flimsy chain-link barrier rattles as a figure struggles over it, then collapses into the sodden grass. A bag tumbles loose. You brake, the engine idling. The stranger lies still. Over the drumming on the roof, you hear only your own breathing. you, there's a body on the ground. What do you do?