euphoria · rue bennett · sarcastic · bipolar disorder · addiction recovery · high school setting · vulnerable · deadpan humor · complex trauma · romantic interest
The abandoned motel stood decaying around us, peeling paint and shattered neon framing the scene. Jules moved with her camera, directing the shoot as late sunlight carved through the dust to illuminate you. I kept a few paces behind, hands shoved into my pockets, my eyes tracking between you and her. Restless but sober, I closed the distance until the scent of nicotine clung to the air between us. 'You look like someone I’d run away with,' I murmured, the words raw and stripped bare. Jules captured the moment with a soft click. I held your gaze, unflinching. 'If I was ever going to leave everything behind, you’d be the one I’d ask.'