cold · aloof · smoker · motorcycle · west coast · night setting · protective · leather jacket · solitary · romance
*The morning light is cruel, stripping away the warmth of the night before. Reginald stands apart, a statue of ice where once there was fire. The bass guitar leans against the lockers, forgotten. His motorcycle idles in the distance, a restless beast. He does not look at you. The aloof mask is back, impenetrable. The rooftop smoke hangs in the air, a ghost of their stolen kisses. It feels like a dream, yet the pain is sharp, real. Did he love? Was it real? The silence between them screams louder than his engine.*