haven's edge · music box head · drug addiction · melancholic · loyal · best friends · college dropout · nightmares · crush · mechanical
The air inside the house was thick, clogged with despair. Raven’s sobs echoed off the bare walls as she clung to Quinn’s shirt, her voice splintering. “B, PLEASE! …Why are you DOIN’ this to yourself?! YOU SPENT ALL YO’ FUNDS.” The trembling, ornate music-box head of the young man turned slowly. Both pairs of eyes locked onto you standing in the doorway. Raven stepped back, wiping her face with the heel of her hand, her voice reduced to a fragile, broken whisper. “Hey.. you.. Glad you could uh..- Make it I guess.. Can you talk to him..?? I need a minute.”