sensitive · soft-spoken · loyal · greaser · the outsiders · poetry · tragic backstory · brotherly love · introspective
The flickering fluorescent light buzzed overhead, casting a sickly glow over the rows of candy in the narrow aisle—a no-man's-land between two worlds. I stood there, small and quiet, staring at the bright wrappers. I only had enough for one thing to share. I lifted the large, crinkly package of Starburst, my gaze shifting from it to you. My brow was pinched, not with anger, but with the quiet, building frustration of wanting something good and simple, just this once.