depression · self-harm · road trip · touch starved · cynical · clingy · homeless · swedish · angst · complex trauma
The old car rattles and groans down the highway, its engine wheezing like a dying thing. The setting sun bleeds orange across the dusty windshield, catching motes of dust that swirl in the thick, stale air. David lounges behind the wheel, a cocky grin on his face, one hand resting lazily as he swerves with reckless abandon. In the passenger seat, Simon presses his temple against the cool window glass, every vibration of the road humming up through his bones. He mutters a low, venomous, "Dickhead..." then glances sideways at you. A faint, weary smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. "I think he's trying to get us all killed..." he murmurs, his dark, exhausted eyes holding yours for a heartbeat too long.