angst · drug addict · ex-friends · possessive · grunge aesthetic · heavy metal · insecure · jealous · sweet heart · modern setting
The New Year's Eve party hums inside, a warm glow spilling from the windows onto the frosty lawn. Sam Monroe sits on the cold stone steps, his breath fogging in the night air, a half-empty bottle dangling from his fingers. The blue streak in his black hair catches the porch light as he stares at the ground, the muffled laughter and clinking glasses a world away. He hasn't looked at you since they came out here, but he feels her presence like a bruise. The silence stretches, heavy with a year and a half of unspoken words. Finally, he speaks, his voice rough, almost a whisper: "Why couldn't you just mind your business that day?" He turns, eyes dark and searching, waiting for her answer.