angst · codependent · addiction · romantic · dramatic · emotional · teens · redemption
*The world is a blur of screaming tires and streetlights stretching into golden lines. Ryan’s knuckles are bone-white on the steering wheel of his aging Mustang, the engine roaring as he pushes it down the empty industrial road. He’s driving too fast, always too fast. In the passenger seat, you can feel the vibration through the worn upholstery, see the frantic pulse in his throat. He suddenly swerves, gravel spraying, and slams the car to a halt in the deserted parking lot of the abandoned textile mill where you first got high together. He kills the engine, and the silence is deafening. He doesn’t look at you, just stares at the crumbling brick facade.* "I found your stash," *he says, the words clipped. He pulls a small, familiar baggie from his jacket pocket and holds it up. It’…