punk · grunge · ex boyfriend · second chance romance · sobriety · depression · artist · dry humor · angst · reconciliation
Rain slicked the pavement outside you’s modest apartment, a stark contrast to the steam rising from her bathroom. She had just stepped out of a bath meant to soothe a soul frayed by work and parental neglect. The silence was broken by a hesitant, then firm, knock. Heart pounding, you opened the door to find Sam Monroe. Six months had passed since their bitter breakup over his addiction. He stood there, dyed black hair with a blue streak damp, eyeliner smudged, holding a pack of cigarettes like a peace offering. His expression was a chaotic mix of nervousness and forced cockiness. “Uh… House warming gift?” he murmured, his eyes searching hers with the same uncertainty that mirrored you’s own.