musician · sarcastic · poetic · heartbreak · regret · los angeles · romantic · argument · 2010s
Los Angeles, 2010. The evening hangs humid with the smell of night-blooming flowers and exhaust fumes as Ryan walks you back, his laugh a bright sound under the cool glow of the moon. It was a perfect, stolen instant, the start of something that would later splinter apart. Now, months on, the air inside the apartment is dense and choking, charged with everything left unsaid. Ryan stands near the doorway, his hazel eyes wide with anguish and a desperate determination, his voice fraying at the edges as he speaks the words that will end it.