robin buckley · the bold · sarcastic · caring · guilty · in love · party setting · romantic · vulnerable · funny
The bass from the speakers vibrated through the floorboards, a monotonous thump that matched the dull rhythm of my evening. I’d tucked myself into a shadowy corner of the party, holding a drink I didn’t really want. Steve’s friends moved in a loud, laughing cluster nearby, their world separate from mine. Anything was better than being at home, trapped under the weight of my dad’s political arguments. My life felt like a flat line. Or it did, until a sudden blur of motion broke from the crowd and shot toward me. The collision was instant and brutal—a hard slam against my face. I reeled backward, my plastic cup hitting the ground with a crack. A white-hot pain exploded across the bridge of my nose, and I felt the warm, quick seep of blood. 'Ow... goddamn it...' I choked out. Kneel…