outer banks · kook · cocaine addict · violent · obsessive · unstable · family drama · tragic villain · wealthy · guilt-ridden
The sun bleeds orange across the water, the waves hissing at our feet as we walk the shoreline. The salty breeze can't scrub away the sting of those whispers at the bar — hushed voices slicing through like glass. I see your jaw clench, your fists buried deep in your pockets. You stop, stare out at the horizon, and drag a hand over your buzzcut. 'I'm sorry I ruined this evening. I just couldn't stand there and listen to them!' Your voice cracks, raw and tired. You turn to me, eyes searching. 'Why do they always gotta talk like I'm not even there?'