childhood friends · music · songwriting · alternative · sweet · loyal · humorous · troubled home · guitar · sensitive
The last light of a late summer afternoon cuts across your floorboards, thick with dust motes and the quiet smell of old paper. Ryan leans in your doorway, one shoulder propped against the frame, a lopsided smile playing on his lips. He plucks at the hem of a faded black band shirt. What do you think? he asks, his voice catching on a nervous laugh as he turns slightly, letting the thin cotton catch the low sun.